I often fear I'm in my head too much.
Thoughts swirl
And they're maddeningly
Choking and suffocating me.
They sit on the top of my tounge,
Pushes against my lips.
Nothing slips between them,
And the moment has passed.
There are many things I will never say ,
Something I'm not sure I should relish in
or be disgusted by.
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poetry collection
Non-FictionA short collection of my poetry over the years :) Enjoy !
