𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲Fucks fell out of the sky Like the first shower in July And for once I didn't try to hoard them in my hands. I have less to give now and so I choose the things I care about. When I turned thirty Boulders fell off of my shoulders And pennies fell … Continue reading When I Turned Thirty
Shweta Bhat Poetry 