Do you feel me,
when I'm thinking of you –
as necessity to breathe,
I must have slipped right through;
Walls do turn to debris,
rest now as it's time to give up the ruse.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
