drunk
of all the fears
i wasn't strong enough
to pour to someone
and i drank recklessly
YOU ARE READING
without making noise.
Poetry"I have brittle bones it seems i bite my tongue and torch my dreams, have a little voice to speak with and a mind of thoughts and secrecy" Pensieri in punta di piedi, senza fare rumore. Poems tiptoeing around, without making any noise.
recklessly
drunk
of all the fears
i wasn't strong enough
to pour to someone
and i drank recklessly
