(July 8th,2023)
If I make it to Heaven
I hope you can read my apology letters
I never stopped writing them...
Or did you already catch the tears from my pages into my hourglass
So my apologies would be the last words I speak to you
Until you toss me into the gates of hell
And laugh knowing that my apologies will forever burn with me...
YOU ARE READING
Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoetryA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
