My hands are shaking
My heads in the clouds
I dread each day
Like im dying now
My skin grows colder
Its snowing out side
But in every moment
I keep it inside.....
You know that its me
My eyes are sparked of flames
My hands are shaking now
Its always the same
But it seems so diffrent when
It turns truth
Like im finnaly living
When im here with you.
So now im here
Im in the same place
Where my hands are shaking
At a steady pace
- A.S
YOU ARE READING
Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
