I'm tired of fixing,
I could walk away from you,
Then I realised you were broken
And I am the glue.
YOU ARE READING
Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
A friend, family, a loved one, never give up
I'm tired of fixing,
I could walk away from you,
Then I realised you were broken
And I am the glue.
