11:43 am, Saturday, 20th May
while the moon creates shadows of light
that paint themselves onto walls,
I whisper with tear stained cheeks
"please be gentle with my heart"
and wonder if you'll ever listen.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
