my thoughts have a mind of their own
dissecting all that I've ever known
searching for the truth in false hope
the weight of the world tied to the end of my rope
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
why are the titles of my poems longer than the actual poems themselves
my thoughts have a mind of their own
dissecting all that I've ever known
searching for the truth in false hope
the weight of the world tied to the end of my rope
