we are all,
slipping a p a r t.
our little threads,
snapping and s n a p p i n g.
the rough paper skin,
s l o w l y turning thin.
our seams,
they are breaking
a p a r t,
a p a r t,
a p a r t .
YOU ARE READING
Sad Words Written Out of Context
Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
