Fire searing down my throat
Unspoken words threatening to burst.
Yet through it all the band is unbroken,
Only connected by a simple grasp.
I let go, closing myself off
But you continue to hold on.
A tight grip
With an opening to breathe.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
