I can't explain
these explotions in me
that weren't
here before,
it kept
on pouncing
making itself known;
It kept on coming,
more and more
and more and more,
but every bit
of it darling,
I do,
I do
adore.
YOU ARE READING
Soliloquy
Poetryonly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
