Your inside is my outlet
You give me comfort in misery
You teach me that love is not easy
A burning embrace of cold
That sets me free
Like a hug from a passed loved one
You carry my screams
You hold my pain
You do not judge like the others
You do not tell me to not feel
In fact you say nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
I write through my eyes
PoetryHow easy for you to break an un breakable spell, how easy to live after death. The rich get famous and easily more, the broke work harder and get nothing at all. How easy to break an unbreakable spell...
