So often I ask the question why
In my head, for I’m shy
Of the answers I’ll inspire.
Soon these questions die
Away, to my
Darkest lies;
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
