Dear Diary,
Darling what are we doing
The grass is gone and the cows are mooing
This mess we've made will take years to pick up
The sins we've cast enough to fill your cup
My heart tells me it's right, it's all true
but my hands are left black and blue
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
