Blocked & Broken
Waiting for you to text back Even though you blocked meSo many things I didn't get to sayLittle details left unappreciated Regret is learning to get oldSorry I was too carefreeDidn't read the writing...
Salty Tears
In the heat of the moment beneath a scorching sun,
We throw salt over a shoulder, think we've won.
Adding flavour to our tales, tall and sickly sweet,
Dry eyes blinking, batting on heavy repeat.
The world heats up, dry stories unwind,
Salt on our lips, sadness is blind.
Tears stream down, a salty slick,
Truth lies at the end of a needle prick.
- Tags: Poetry & prose
