breeze – Mercedes Moore

Winter

Winding roads Iced over Naked bones Tip over in the breeze Every drop of snow I Remember I’m just a hollow shell.

I have tendencies to push people away When they only want to love me. I have tendencies to spit fire When I taste gasoline. I have tendencies to shift my moods Like the weather or phases of the moon. I have tendencies to be unpredictable Like a storm at sea I have tendencies to soarContinue reading “Tendencies”