A little late night writing
By a restless mind
One with too many open doors
And too many cobwebs on the ceiling
A little late night ranting
From a heart being molded like iron
One that heats up red,
Glowing a vivid shade of vermillion
Coz we may be scared
Angry or sad
But as long as we can write down what we're feeling
Then perhaps everything will be okay
YOU ARE READING
One last breath
PoetryEvery time we breathe We die a little... So one last breath, for love and hatred and everything in between. For friendship lost and friendship gained. For pain that builds and that which breaks. And hurt, a lot of that. And also...for t...
