Often you surprise me, you talk to me wisely, I forget our age, when I feel infinite you’re here to ground me. I fly or I wanna try; I’m not static. I sigh and I wanna give up and die; “I’m a little dramatic.” Back and forth on nights when the moon is gone, manicContinue reading “A Manic Pixie Kind of Lady”
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Haiku no. 8
It was a nice time. His family is so sweet. Thanks Pittsburgh, again.
Haiku in Kennywood
Humid with a chance of Anxiety
There’s a hole in the seams A loose thread on the garment There’s a lack of dreams Bruised head not in torment There’s sweat dripping down My fingers My heart racing My body shakes. My writing cuts off every time I put my phone away
Leanna 