This sense of love
Makes me safe
This sense of love
Is my wraith
This sense of dread
Sprung from my hope
This sense of dread
Will be my rope
This sense of happy
Is all a ploy
This sense of happy
Brings no real joy
This sense of end
Is just the start
This sense of end
Will stop my heart
Emotions are changing
Impossible things
Put on your mask
And step into the ring
YOU ARE READING
Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesiaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
