Black jumpers, black coffee, black hair,
small things
I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see—
This is a poem that I thought of writing after someone told me I was probably hiding behind my words. I hope you like it
I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see—
This is a poem that I thought of writing after someone told me I was probably hiding behind my words. I hope you like it