Lines of lead and ink
Drift across the page
My inner self what I think
All out on open display
Rhymes and hidden meanings
Not so difficult to find
Show what I'm truly feeling
Words unspoken yet words still
A backwards loophole
One where words don't kill
But still only for me
Words only for my eyes
Truly I can't get around
That the words were there
Taunting and tormenting
But no more, they no longer scare
For they are just lines of
Lead and ink
And they have no hold on me.
YOU ARE READING
Poem book.
Poetrya book of poetry, written by me. everything in here is original. Some may be triggering, cause I'm little messed up. But honestly who isn't?
