Muttering words under my breath.
They are ever heard
and may never be.
YOU ARE READING
Gone and Still Saying Goodbye
ŞiirA poem I wrote in seventh grade about a girl who has been left constantly by people whom she used to love. She's afraid it won't stop and is growing to realize she doesn't know who she is anymore.
Untitled Part 4
Muttering words under my breath.
They are ever heard
and may never be.
