No I don't know.
Who exactly are you?
Always shooing me away.
Silent as the night,
Continuously slipping though the cracks,
"Why don't you come closer"
All your demons whisper,
Like a stiff shot of whiskey.
"Who the hell are you?"
Your angels whisper,
Under your breath.
Fearing the worst.
And even when your skin crawls in fear,
Do you by chance take a step closer?
YOU ARE READING
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
