Bare
Naked
Free
I feel so alone
Thoughts slipping like
Dew on a
Sunny morning
I can't concentrate
Everybody knows
I can't hide no more
Everybody knows
Where is my back support?
Thrashing
Crashing
Screaming
Why the exposure?
Hold me
Kiss me
Feel me
Get me away from
Everything
Twist, pull, arch, limp
BR E A T H
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
