You weep now
Then stare at nothing
How long do you plan
To run?
They hurt you
So you blame yourself
For being this weak
And bleed.
Yet you know
To those working hard
Victory comes late
So wait.
YOU ARE READING
Her Lines Of Poetry
Poetrywords forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep...
