The way I see it
All you wanted
Was a little bit of power
I threw myself to the storm
The day I spoke
Worried for my mother
Not caring for another
Don't touch her skin
Pray for your sins
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
Poetryword by word they tell her, in the dead night. she screams for someone to find her, but she can't escape her skin. {midnight thoughts, collection of poems I wrote}
