Tell them how you feel.
Tell them how they are the first and last thing
On your mind
From morning
To night.
Tell them how you feel,
Because they to
Will know,
That you were crafted
From the dust
Of the same star
As them.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoetryAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
