Its so dry here.
Why do we cry here?
And why are my fingers sore?
I dot know anymore.
But my smoke will now tell you a story.
Because I won't
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...
