In a family where love is like a burn.
You learn that the family tree
Has old and gnarled roots.
It wraps you up,
Then it squeezes the life out of you.
It gives you medicine for the burn,
Then squeezes you again.
This time you do not wake up.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryThese are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these po...
