Out too early, in too late,
Scars that run for miles.
Much too much to mend,
Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.
Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,
The city gleams, pristine,
As if nothing’s ever happened.
Poetry + Prose by Hayden Winston
Poetry + Prose by Hayden Winston
Out too early, in too late,
Scars that run for miles.
Much too much to mend,
Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.
Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,
The city gleams, pristine,
As if nothing’s ever happened.
sealed in ink 