Shapes and figures,
Dark and black,
Sneaking around,
No, I can't pretend I don't see them.
Shadows and shades,
Years and decades,
Shadowy nights,
No, I can't pretend I don't feel them.
Blades and knives,
Struggles and strives,
Drowning dives,
No, I can't pretend to breath through them.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
