To each his own,
Words might be hers,
Verses are yours.
To each his own,
Find it and don't let it go.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
To Each His Own
To each his own,
Words might be hers,
Verses are yours.
To each his own,
Find it and don't let it go.
