My friend told me he will take his life if people don’t start following this blog http://emilinedown-green.tumblr.com/
please spread this like butter on toast. let us be his salvation
Flying over us, that blue jay pumped its wings and soared.
It pumped its wings as if it recorded the beats of our heart,
pumping blood through the veins that gave this love its life.
Are you really impressed with the mess of poems that I make you digest? Or do you detest my efforts to contest and compete for that thing in your chest