I'm tired of shaking. It's got my heart racing, pacing my steps, trapped in a spider's web, having to back step so I'm not entrapped.
Leann-2025
YOU ARE READING
Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
