i am hungry for something food cannot give me.
i am starving,
i am waiting.
the shine of sweat on my forehead
and sitting in silence with nobody home
only makes my hunger
grow.
CZYTASZ
idk if i can call this poetry
Poezjabook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
