I apologize , if I ever wrote
a poem that made you cry.
Forgive me for these pieces
I write are from the tears
streaming down my eyes
after midnight. My demons
take hold of my tongue and
pen. They do the writing
while I lay down numb because
they tie my tongue to my
tonsils allowing my words
to form a lump sitting in
my throat. And that's when
it hurts the most. Not having
the power to speak when
you need to talk. And so
every thought echoing in
the corridors of my mind
are spilled out on pages
of white. And now
everyone knows
the story of
my life
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesíaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
