Poems from marinkin
i’m not sure why,
but it all seems like a drag.
it’s just i-
there’s this feeling i can’t quite grab.
it’s rather constricting,...
i whisper quietly into the night,
“help me, please.”
there’s no one,
and i guess i don’t want there to be.
because if they saw me like this...
there’s something creeping,
creeping into my head.
a thought, not a voice.
but it still pricked deep,
making me flinch with the first few...
whenever i see you, the sun shines a little bit brighter and the birds sing a little sweeter.
your laugh is uncontrollable, wild, and rich...