I see your sadness
Eating you up inside
And it is
S
L
O
W
L
Y
killing me because
I can't do anything
Except tell you
I
Love
You
And I hope that
will be enough
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...
