A blinking curser on a blank page.
I never thought I would age.
Age just seemed like a number
But that only counted my nonexistent slumber
Cuts so deep
I can no longer leap
These verses are pointless
My words are worthless
Why bother?
I'm not a mother
Let me live my life
Before I become a wife
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poetry
PoetryI'm a writer with way too much free time and my constant music listen in has gotten me into poetry... oops.
