What exactly is inside your head?
What do you have in there that defines you?
What are your virtues and vices you can't sweep aside?
I want to know them all.
I want to meet them and shake their hands.
I want to know everything that makes you, you.
I'm not afraid of them.
I want to know you more than I could right now.
I want to shine a light into your shadows, live with them.
So you won't sleep alone at night.
But most of all, I want to make clear to all your demons
You won't be alone in fighting them.
YOU ARE READING
Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry