It can be what we make it.
It can start with no feel.
It can end on a poets note
Or fall into whats real
Of sinking silence
Of sorrows wrote
However, I hope when you get here, that you own a boat.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
