Inside my mind is not a beautiful place.
Some might even call it a disgrace.
I write things you wouldn't think of saying.
My mind is a garden with flowers decaying.
So here's a journey inside my mind.
I must warn you that this journey is
rough.
So if you'd please stop here before you read to much...
~Rosa Lopez
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Words From A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a bit of poems I wrote. All poems are mine unless stated other wise. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
