I've seen them seep out of your mouth and land on the floor beside you, the same amount of times as the pairs of mixed match socks I own
It pushes me over since that is it's spot and it's very particular apparently
They have morphed into a monster, who aren't covered in fur, scales or even spikes that line there back but wears the layers of your words
You seem to think it's bearen as if it's a child without a toy. You keep layering your words upon it, word upon word and phrase upon phrase . Like your building the great wall of china, you might want to look at a map, it's already been build you don't need to recreate it.
It has grown not only around you but has grown into your eyes, which are the windows to the soul. There no longer eyes but pools
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf Within the Women
PoesíaTHIS IS MY POETRY BOOK!!! it has the lessons that i learn as I continue on this adventure of this so called life. And no it doesn`t have all of lifes answers within the pages but it might make it a little more bearable knowing theres someone else. E...
