"I love it when you run and hide,
As you assure yourself,
That I'll never take what's rightfully mine,
But you're already shrouded,
By my darkness,
And you fear that you will soon become,
One of my most dangerous assets."
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PoetryPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
