It feels like I'm constantly dancing on the edge of a knife,
cuts from every little inch I give to movement,
insane laughter with blood traded for tears,
adrenaline etched in every nerve.
constant fear of loosing,
forever a stranger to victory.
YOU ARE READING
The lioness
PoetryDon't we all overthink once in a while? I just like to write everything down until I can get my head out of my ass and get to writing real, legit novels. (which I'm actually working on.. Kind of)
