it feels like i'm in a trial
a terrible deep spiral
i raise my hand to speak
and i never get called on
forever a racing escape
not too far for me to follow
and in the end
i'll sit and i'll tell
a story of a time
where you were no longer
mine
YOU ARE READING
my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆
Poesíaજ⁀➴ a collection of my broken thoughts i call poetry₊⊹
