Poem Comments

develop.stop.fix.

whats the point
when flesh toned hills
roll through out the distance

salty rivers from the sight
beautiful
only in dreams of a better world

blankets of lipstick stained snow
cover secrets
hiding from a blind population

flash
bright lights mask answers
to all unasked questions

close your eyes
and dont forget the glow
when touch finds truth
in a basket of smiles