I searched for comfort in Withdrawal and seclusion, when comfort was right in front of my eyes begging for reliance and craving all my vulnerabilities.
-sorry that I never looked at you.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryIt's all composed of my tears, smiles, fears, my dark days, my happy days and the days, and these poems are all that kept me together. Dedicated to those who left, and even those who stayed through out.
