When words start dripping from our eyes, then endurance has no power to stop a quaking heart and lips from expressing themselves.
TBT.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
Quake
When words start dripping from our eyes, then endurance has no power to stop a quaking heart and lips from expressing themselves.
TBT.
