mouth like water
But there are things I don’t dare to say
Instead they rest on my inner lip
Still and waiting for my decision
To swallow or spit
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Tears Are My Friends
PoesíaThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
