a small poem about forgetting and dementia, as both of my grandmothers have it. it's always been a guilt of mine not to be able to spend more time with them before they forget everything. thank you fo...
This poem is a ✨ special edition ✨ because it's a collaboration with my wonderful girlfriend! ^^ (who is not here on Commaful and doesn't write poems, but I'm so proud of her first try!)
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.
a small poem about forgetting and dementia, as both of my grandmothers have it. it's always been a guilt of mine not to be able to spend more time with them before they forget everything. thank you fo...
This poem is a ✨ special edition ✨ because it's a collaboration with my wonderful girlfriend! ^^ (who is not here on Commaful and doesn't write poems, but I'm so proud of her first try!)
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.