PTSD
Sight through distorting glasses
Feeling through mutated heart
With every single second that passes
I want to go back to start.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
