Hanging onto my silva, I craw in dry bones.
My heart awaits the moment your words became a reality.
Each time I ask for more than an oz, you reply
"Stop requesting."
I don't get it.
Water is not owned
Mankind has no soul, nor peace.
Is not your, no I.
It is ours
Oh dearest, I beg you give them another chance
YOU ARE READING
poem by just a girl
PoetryCollection of poems by a Frankincense. If anything bothers you and you wish to have them explained in a poetic form, I can help!!!.
