I have to get out of here,
This place is turning me away,
yet I keep wanting to move closer
even though it's turning my Sun gray.
I want to run away.
Come and love someone else,
because you're hurting me and
I'm just another relic to your shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
