My lips are sealed
Hands gripped tight
On the wheel
Have to fight
To regain a feel
And with all my might
Try to heal
Found no light
Its concealed
Constant night
Is very real
When everything right
Ends.
Broken hearts never mend.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Through the Eyes of Another
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I have written and or will write. They are in no specific order. When I find an old one, it will be added. When I write a new one, it will be added. Some are light and airy, while others are dark and heavy. It is possib...
