hers is the skin
that clings to
my brittle
bones
i feel her creeping
inside. she wanders
and roams
she stays in
my heart
making it
her home
now everything i
am is no longer
my own
YOU ARE READING
Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
