Many say your body is a temple, and to destroy it is unholy and unjust. My temple is unholy. It's far too large for my liking, the paint is chipped, and it's crumbling down on the very foundation it was laid upon.
One of these days, I tell myself.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In My Head
PoetryThis is a collection of various poems that I've written over the past year and is my first official poetry book. Some of the poems are a bit cringy, but I intend to include all of them from the physical notebook that I have. I hope you, the reader...
