A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
you don't own my summers anymore, but that doesn't mean i don't want you to.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
I’m gassing my lungs with toxic smoke trying to poison what traces are left of you.
A poem for anyone who has ever left a part of themselves behind and found a way to turn around and pick it back up
A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
you don't own my summers anymore, but that doesn't mean i don't want you to.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
I’m gassing my lungs with toxic smoke trying to poison what traces are left of you.
A poem for anyone who has ever left a part of themselves behind and found a way to turn around and pick it back up