every night
i prepare myself for the oncoming tomorrow
every morning
i prepare myself for the toughest day
and every afternoon
i prepare my self for the horrific night
YOU ARE READING
the root of compassion
Poesíaoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
