Most times I don't know
What's wrong with myself
When my hands refuse to stop shaking
And I lay awake at 3 AM
I just need you to be there
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
Be here
Most times I don't know
What's wrong with myself
When my hands refuse to stop shaking
And I lay awake at 3 AM
I just need you to be there
