My eyes ache with all the words I've read,
My brain pounds with all the things said,
My heart doesn't feel like it used to,
My smile doesn't look like it used to.
Days like these need to pass quick,
But instead they continue burning to the quick.
I don't want this anymore.
I can't feel anymore.
25.2.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
ПоэзияPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
