What hides under your bed?
Or beneath the floor boards?
behind the closet doors?
And Within the curtains?
In your head?
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
.fifty'two
What hides under your bed?
Or beneath the floor boards?
behind the closet doors?
And Within the curtains?
In your head?
