I would like to cry
That pearls could start
rolling down my face
blurring my sight
That I could feel
that satisfying numbness
again
If only I could cry
(someone recommended to read it backwards)
YOU ARE READING
The voice they never heard
PoetryI never talked the way I thought. Often, that filled me with regret. This is something I wrote some years ago that I just wanted to share! Obviously my knowledge on writing was limited and it shows :,)
