The Earth slowly bleeds out as it lets it's creatures fall. Days get more longer to deal with, the crest of insecurities been opened and sealed.Winter's near, for that is a shame. 'Cause people hide secrets more than they should.
YOU ARE READING
My Words Formed Into Poetry
PoetryIt's just a book about poetry that I made to get a weight off my chest and speak my thoughts but in a poetry format. Nothing special.
