Head down
Eyes glared
Black clothes
Dont stare
Wont talk
Dont care
Music in
Not there
No time
Tied hair
No glitter
No flair
dont smile
beware
point is
to scare
cant trust
prepare
life is
not fair
but still
aware
so here
I share
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
شِعرA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
