I have died so many times,
So many years ago.
I keep rising from my grave,
From the place of the mistakes I've made.
Nothing is ever enough,
Enough to make you understand.
I have unfinished business,
Business that will make me whole again.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
ПоэзияA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
