I want my story to be,
Up on those shelf's I used to see.
Among stories I used to read .
Flowing in my head the words,
To my book.
I want to write but fear the looks.
Hearing their voices, whisper.
Easy to ignore but hard to forget.
Will I become the author 'X'?
Thanks for reading.
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
PoetryDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
