My words are clumsy
And my lies fall short
There is no other way
Into your heart
You're a poison I shouldn't swallow
But your appeal is so sweet
I thought I could survive you
But your poison is no treat
My breathing starts to swallow
There is no way around
I thought that I could save you
But I only seemed to drown
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
