Sep
28
Every Flings Ending
I’m as shallow as a rain puddle,
And as deep as the Mariana Trench.
My heart flutters.
My mind can roar.
My spirit is tangible.
My ink is bold.
Rubix pales at my complex,
And petals praise my simple ways.
This box is not for me.
Now be fair, as we part ways.
