Sometimes, all the words I have to
Say just bottle up inside of my
Mouth, pushing at the barricade
That is the tip of my tongue.
I'm getting awful tired of holding back.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
Tongue-tied
Sometimes, all the words I have to
Say just bottle up inside of my
Mouth, pushing at the barricade
That is the tip of my tongue.
I'm getting awful tired of holding back.
