My heart is a traitor,
A prisoner always trying to escape it's cage.
My mind is a warrior,
A soldier spurred on by it's rage.
My body is a battle field,
Caught up in the crossfire.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
