You, me and an infinite battle of a million unexplained emotions and alienated thoughts.
Me: unexplained emotions
You: alienated thoughts
Prize: the victor wins the loser's heart, no strings, no keys attached.
Weapon: our words.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
