Wishing I never spoke,
but that meant not letting them know
what I thought and what I knew.
Wishing I never spoke,
so the conversation can just end
or had it already led to an argument?
Wishing I never spoke,
for in that simple, little way,
my voice would remain unheard.
— from a part of me that wants to keep silent.
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Puisishe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
