I have words living inside me...
some of them not so kind.
These words living inside of me...
all of them aren't mine.
I HAVE WORDS SWIRLING INSIDE ME..
trust me, they're alive.
Oh my dear, trying to dead them is when they thrive.
YOU ARE READING
Check On Us.
PoetryFor those who break too easily, fall too soon, feel too empty in a full room, We are one in the same;
