met an old man the other day and asked him his name he said it wasn’t real important what I called him but tomorrow don’t
By Daniel Gregory2 months ago in Poets
the boy i used to be never really died i can still hear him laughing buried deep inside. he sits calm an’ waitin. unsure but unafraid
shiny silver three-legged chairs cast the opposite of shadows across too tall green grass and through the gaps in purple tinted glasses purchased
the sun went down a while ago. can't really be sure when. it's dark now, I know that much. I've been watching my reflection
(mr sun waited to crawl out til after you woke today. no point in sunrise if it’s not reflected in your eyes. stars drop out of the sky
By Daniel Gregory2 months ago in Writers
