As you critique the words
spilling from my lips,
I begin to sew them shut.
I'm still not sure if they ever
became quite good enough
for you.
YOU ARE READING
mind-numbingly sleepless nights
PoetryA collection of poems that I tend to write in the early hours of the morning when I can't sleep at night. Anything from love, to self love, confliction in relationships with my family, friends and myself. Random thoughts drizzled in between the line...
Needle and Thread
As you critique the words
spilling from my lips,
I begin to sew them shut.
I'm still not sure if they ever
became quite good enough
for you.
