a listener in the corner
I draw my borders
like chalk on the concrete
as visible as the yellow lines in the street
but you
out you drag me
how can you not see
there is a reason for my lines
but I guess that is the problem, chalk is fine
easy to be erased
with those sharp words you speak
you make me weak
you are breaking me
please let me be
-TAOITApoetry
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
شِعرwhere my thoughts can run free the words are an escape for me so why not share this journey with me so you too can feel free
