Your words replay themselves in my head,
Tapes rewound let me hear them again.
My head fills with ideas of the dead,
I cant, i wont, i fight them off again.
Brave and strong you tell me,
To cry at night is okay you say.
I worship you, prayers said upon my knee,
Bottled up for so long, release, anytime, anyday.
~ 10.2.20
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Letters I'll never Send
Poesíahere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
