i'm constantly writing words of hurt
and it's beginning to wear me thin.
how much longer must i continue to endure
the stabbing pain in my chest
reminding me that this too is supposed to pass?
YOU ARE READING
words whispered in the wind
Poetry~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
hurt
i'm constantly writing words of hurt
and it's beginning to wear me thin.
how much longer must i continue to endure
the stabbing pain in my chest
reminding me that this too is supposed to pass?
