spinning wheels
forests
cement roads
raised hands that planned our lives for us
Sleeping Beauty rode a bike once
before crashing
on the sofa
feigning slumber
for the sake of overdue Maths homework
I write poetry, I guess
spinning wheels
forests
cement roads
raised hands that planned our lives for us
Sleeping Beauty rode a bike once
before crashing
on the sofa
feigning slumber
for the sake of overdue Maths homework