I used to wear long sleeves. It wasnt because of the weather.
It wasnt because of all the letters of getting better.
I weared sweaters during summer, it seems weird but for me it necessary.
My eyes seen to much, my heart has pounded to many times.
My legs have carried more than enough body's to save.
My mind is exhausted and saved to many lives apart from my own. My arms against my side afraid to reach out, in fear in showing.
My hands scared to pick up needles or pins in which I was afraid to cut to deep next time I do make scars in my veins this time without after pain.
I'll just fade out next time.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoëzieA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
