I hear them talk
with natures weapon
the stabbing swords
- the words
that slowly drove me into
insanity
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PuisiWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
