Poems from olivialyon
Dreams and hypothetical cocaine.
Ballet in the rain.
Water in my hair feels delightful.
Stress doesn't exist in this world.
Grey sky's are...
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by...
You bought a bag of sour limes
You slit me open like an old shirt and ripped my pussy until the feeling of my helpless body was suited for...
It’s raining today. I don’t know if I’m captivated or displeased. I’m feeling dim. It’s not the kind of sadness people feel when they can’t...
Sometimes I wonder why we act so weird when we’re tired and constantly I’m puzzled by the weather’s disorder that I can’t seem to name. It...