What Now? Poem by maya crisol

What Now?



Disaster..i tried...
not sure if i lied

in any case..this is bad
i pray to not freeze your heart..but..

we're heading for a cold up front
no time to mop a puddle..i won't.

we cannot ride without a saddle
and not while our horses are tangled;

I drew a sketch of you in a silhouette
because there was no color in my palette.

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