Poetry,
It's in my heart.
Pulsing with every beat of
My bruised and guarded heart.
Poetry,
It's in my blood,
Racing with every move I make,
Towards dreams of a better place.
Poetry,
It's in my mind,
Never sleeping, always dreaming
Always wondering the if's and why's.
Poetry,
It's in my soul,
Trying to shine through,
Yearning to be spoken.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
