There's days when I lay in bed
and don't get out
There's days I wish I wasn't there
When I wasn't around
There's days I want to be alive
and walk around and feel the breeze on my skin
There's days that revive
what I felt I've always been missing
YOU ARE READING
Morally Grey
PoetryThere has been a lot of words left unspoken in the past year. This year I'm hoping to get it all out in one book.
