Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


when i push around
the hours of
night in my head
squeezing out a few more
minutes of time in the day
before i go to bed
i keep thinking of
your outlines
the ones you wear
without a care in the
world, my heart just
stares at the walls
counting sheep
wondering if i
should even try at all

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: natty

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