"Some do drugs, others go for a run, but at the end we're all searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world."

from the bottom of my broken heart

Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems // 2/13/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}