everything comes to me at 4 am
a cathartic language known only to myself
it's kinda crazy actually
all those thoughts on the back of my shelf
they're so hidden that even i dont know they're there
until that dreadful 4 am
it's unfair
why discover them at the time when i can't share?
maybe it's meant to be that way
maybe my thoughts would scare you off
there are so many things i wish i could say
but it's 4 am
YOU ARE READING
skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
