My insides are screaming.
There waiting patiently for you.
It feels like there are butterflies in my stomach and all over my body.
Waiting endlessly to be let out.
Waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
Butterfly
My insides are screaming.
There waiting patiently for you.
It feels like there are butterflies in my stomach and all over my body.
Waiting endlessly to be let out.
Waiting for you.