the bravest thing
i ever did
was stand my own
when all i ever wanted
was a shoulder to cry on.
YOU ARE READING
In My Skin
Poetrya series of words stitched together as a result of my brain vs my heart. enjoy.
38-me, myself, and i
the bravest thing
i ever did
was stand my own
when all i ever wanted
was a shoulder to cry on.
