two thousand tissues
balled up upon the cold floor
eyes dried tears no more
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
good riddance
you were like
a bad cold that lingered
didn’t ask you to stay
but you wouldn’t go away
hacking & coughing
all night long
to dislodge that
phlegm
and be free
of your disease
the aches and pains
of a relationship gone
from bad to