No words to yell,
Only time will tell.
Can I get away from you?
Can I make my escape?
Away from,
Somehow I have the blues.
My cheeks have dried,
I've cried my lonely cries.
Until I have no tears.
Until my face was red and my body sore,
I have weary thing to lose.
Can I make my way,
Away from you?
Somewhere I can breathe.
Somewhere I can breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
