The real me resides in my poems
And I don't know if that's good or bad...
But when I do feel guilty for hiding him there
I tell myself he's safer there than in the real world...
He's safer there, far away from judgemental eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
