I didn’t notice until now That every exhale Puts a mist in front Of my face That I just realized feels Chilled. The mist is white, Like innocence. The mist dissipates. I should’ve worn a hat.
Sara's Original Poems
I didn’t notice until now That every exhale Puts a mist in front Of my face That I just realized feels Chilled. The mist is white, Like innocence. The mist dissipates. I should’ve worn a hat.