I can hear you through every prickle of sound.
You are loud.
You are quiet.
You move erratically.
You barely move at all.
I hear you pumping through my veins.
I hear you now,
Taking over my every cell.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
