Post #4852

"I want to sit beside your bed and tell you all the ways you can save yourself, When you're bored, I'll jot down ways to eat your miseries, so i could tell you soft stories later. I remember you like a Gunshot at neighborhood when I was 5, If time stops for words, I'll scream your name at the top of the mountain to contain the echoes you have left between the layers of my fragile memory. Life is a beautiful metaphor, often plays out as misery. #review #poetry