Side by side
My thoughts I hide
Hand in hand
Vulnerable I stand
Next to you
My words few
Close enough
The battle is rough
I try to persuade
Head like an arcade
Noise too loud
Yet barley a sound
My lips they quiver
Leading to a shiver
My hands they tremble
As my thoughts assemble
Finally I am composed
A little bit exposed
I tell my story
In all its glory
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
