I pray that one day
You would leave me
Alone
But you keep coming
Keep locking me away
But somehow
I still find the strength to pray
I fear that one day
You'll take that strength away
And I'm be left with simply nothing
YOU ARE READING
I think I would like to say something
Poetryshe doesn't speak much, but she writes. she writes beautiful. she writes in roses and soap and lavender. she writes poetry.
