Hold onto the truth for it mends?
A story book ending.
Nothing truly bad goes out,
Just reinvents it's threads.
Look out over an lake,
Think of it as my tears.
It's captured by land,
Of all of my fears.
So don't you dare say,
I'm over reacting.
When the seams of my heart,
Start unraveling.
And if your caught in the way,
Don't you dare stick around.
Unless you want to be swallowed.
In my sea of bloody doubt
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
