Michael A. Phillips 📓Poet. Auteur. (oh•TUR)
🚑🏩 When I was a kid I wanted to be a doctor.
Our world, once the sun, now charred as grey as the moon, leaves the bitter taste of ash on our tongue. (Definitely going in the book.)
Hard to have faith when they tell you your fate.
Le doy gracias a dios por hoy estar donde estoy...
Treating you like the wrong queen, like you were some type of mattress.
Because to some, commitment is considered restricting one self. To others ....
Lessons learned the hard way.
That's my name, don't wear it out.
Run! Nothing like a good ol' 4 miles.