I wanna wake up in Chicago....
Feeling like I'm so high
as I look in the clouds
So when I spread my wings
I look like an angel when I fall.
Because all this heavy pain in July feels like hell.
And I wish it was just all over ...
I've become a broken hearted woman
and I'm starting to loose my breath
I can no longer Breath...
I can't scream loud enough for you to hear my
Silent screams...
But it's only the beginning of July
And the years not even over yet.
YOU ARE READING
The Scorpio
PoetryThis book is quite personal for me. It is a memoir of all my poetry. I have been saving for years, waiting on the right time to make this wonderful creation created from my heartache and tears from my soul.
