Dear Life,
When you make me,
From the expectations and hardships,
Try not to break me so painfully,
That death is spoken like a lucid dream from my lips.
Dear Death,
When you take me,
Soothe the burns on my tired heart,
With your enthralling name,
Turn my damaged arms into ardent art.
YOU ARE READING
The Words They Never Spoke
Poetry" I release my pain on paper, For this hurting heart to heal. I release my pain on paper, For this frozen heart to feel." - Me This book consists of a sad and lonely collection of poetry compos...
