Like a dam
Water pounds beside the concrete wall
It spills and seeps through the cracks
Another attempt to hold myself in
Honey, your bound to break someday, just like everything else around you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems anonymous
PoetryHey, I am writing peoms in my art notebook. Well, it' s still a type of art right? Wanna sneak peek? Well, here we go... Roses are red Violets are blue I dont share what's going on in my head But it' s time i give the world a Clue ~*~*~ These peoms...
