Drink a glass of my tears
A shot of my pain,
Will do you well.
Walk around mid-fall in shorts no jacket ,just a sweater in the rain
Knowing that where you are going to lay your head to sleep is not where you want to be.
Feel my pain!
Stranded mentally and confused,
Not knowing or understanding if I am yours or if you want me .
No sign of contact or sight of interest.
What do you want me to believe?
YOU ARE READING
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
