Poems I write while talking to myself
Whispering words that won't make sense,
A part of my life is a mess,
And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
Poems I write while talking to myself
Whispering words that won't make sense,
A part of my life is a mess,
And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...