My tears, they just keep pouring down.
Mixing with my blood, and ink, falling to the ground.
It finally just spilled over.
Now I have nowhere to take cover.
From the thoughts inside my head.
I wish they could be put to bed.
Instead, maybe I'll just put myself to sleep.
For all I ever do now, is weep.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
