A poem I wrote after I was broken up with by my best friend
Tag: Author: VR
old pennies
Denim shorts smell like old pennies when they're soaked in rainwater. The room smells too clean to have me up on the stage, dripping wet, in front of thirty people Forming a puddle on the dull scratched black of the stage Old pennies and wildflowers and soap and damp skin I press my face into…