All my worries have rose again,
All the fears and tears fell again.
Swallowing up my pride,
Just like a riptide.
There you are standing at the end of my bed,
Your laugh is ringing in the back of my head.
When I wake up,
I wish it all would just shut up.
All my worries have rose again,
I'll never be sorry, never again.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.
