your mind will over analyse
every fingerprint and pick at
every scab until it scars over,
in an attempt to explain
why the heart is bleeding
it's simple
as most of life is
and darkness isn't
something beautiful, for the
human eye to behold.
our minds are just romantics
YOU ARE READING
clarity poems
Poesíajust my collection of poems. i didn't know what to do with them so i decided to publish.
