"Not a word to be heard,
Silence can't be teared,
Even the wind can't be leered,
Animals don't dare to leave,
Snow silence any evidence you see,
So don't go looking,
For you'll be the next unsuspecting victim."
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PoetryPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
