i told the voice inside of me to stop
while i was grasping for air at the shore.
"we're just getting started"
; and just like that
the one voice turned into many
and oh, how loud they got.
YOU ARE READING
for every night i have missed you
Poetrya small collection of poetry written on my darkest and longest days and nights.
voices
i told the voice inside of me to stop
while i was grasping for air at the shore.
"we're just getting started"
; and just like that
the one voice turned into many
and oh, how loud they got.
