Into a rib close to my heart I carve all of the words
That crawl in my ears
When I am alone with my thoughts
This is not a cliche
Because in the end
There is no getting well soon
There is no happy ending
(And I am a hypocrite
Because "There is no happy ending"
Is perhaps the worst cliche of all)
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
