Wings (Original Poetry)
5 Jun 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk
Chopped.Ripped off.No more dances with butterflies,lullabies, and fairies.And you call me rigid? You taught me to breathe,uplift my light body,transform thoughts into cubicles,and translucent solids, you can’t see. We joked about planets,designed new...