Do I have no mouth?
Is that why I can't speak
I'll talk for hours about things that don't matter 'till it goes south
But what about secrets that must be leaked
What about telling you that you hurt me constantly
Or telling him he makes me feel lonely
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
