I'm currently having one of those quiet days..
The days where your mind can go nothing but two ways, high or low.
Stress weighs down on me, making my body heavier than a ton of bulk things.
The raging winds wouldn't even be able to move me,
Interest me.
My worries of this world will certainly be, the death of me.
My last breath will be a sigh to some hurtful thing.
Pained memory.
Bitter sting.
Everything about me somehow turns melancholy.
Keep away, or else I may touch you, and I'd hate to be the reason, you turned colored blue...
- Donna
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
