I can't move. . . I'm paralyzed my mind is corrupted
my spirit has dead.
My heart is deaf.
And my actions are never on time.
I can't move.
I'm a caged bird, that doesn't get to sing my freedom.
I'm a flower that refuses to bloom
Not my choice. By Force of the heart
And to make matters worse
I can't move. . .I'm paralyzed
Won't feel but still can't seem to heal the womb only become deeper. Everything feels as if they are swimming together in the same pool of my deepest fears.
Numb to happiness, it's way to foreign.
YOU ARE READING
We All Have Limits
PoesíaThis is just a book with poems that I wrote on my own. I really hope you like it. It's straight came from the heart.
