A tiny little pinch,
It wasn't supposed to,
I felt it all the way to my stomach,
I wish you felt it too,
A tiny little kick,
I wish it never was,
I'm not jealous,
Or falling apart,
I've just simply had enough,
I really wish I was the first to move on.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
ŞiirYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
