My soul is cold
My knees are weak
My heart was art
That was
torn apart
He gave me
The voice
I couldn't find
Helped me learn
To free my mind
Never the less
A beautiful composition
From broken
{happy national poetry day!}
YOU ARE READING
Breathe ➹
PoetryI get so caught up in things sometimes I forget what it feels like to Breathe. ©Taylor Gajek
