Sep 24, 2016
the ball is in your court so you pass it to me i don’t know the rules i could tell you the rules if i knew what game we were playing the ball is in my court and it slips through my fingers. i leave it, i leave it rolls. you are left with the hot pavement and residual energy of what was about to happen i hope you know i tried.
#poem#poetry#free verse#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#personal#poets on tumblr#original poetry#original poem#original poets on tumblr#wriitng#my writing#thoughts in art class#im sitting alone in my dorm room wishing i could be someone else#just to have the ability to speak what i feel#and be captivatingly beautiful instead of a sad mess drinking wine