I sit in the bathtub and I relax, it's
comforting, to sit in the hot water,
boiling away my sins like a dying lobster,
reading from my bible, quietly humming
to the music and myself
and I listen to the crackle
of candles in the dark room,
and the classical music that's playing
from some ancient movie I love,
and I've never felt more like myself
when I submerge my head underwater
and listened to the old brag of my heart
I am, I am, I am.
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For All The Young People,, Poetry
PoetryA book strictly dedicated to poems. Poems by myself, others (given credit), and you, if you'd like to submit. If you would like to submit a poem, leave a post/comment down below or PM me. *Rules for submitting*: -Preferred to have a title, not nece...
