you question what is wrong
with me everyday
but i do not have the heart to
tell you it is you
but i do have the heart to put
myself aside and ask the same
"what's wrong?"
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
