- Reads 85
- Votes 8
- Parts 12
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2019
Mature
I needed to speak. So, here I am. This is my voice, speaking in a series of poems while I bite my tongue and a scream runs through my mind, and there, I listen to every voice but my own. Don't read, I can't promise the happiest poetry, but I can promise honest poetry.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- Can someone Tell Me Why?Fri, Jan 18, 2019
- Conversations With My ReflectionFri, Jan 18, 2019
- Nursery BluesFri, Jan 18, 2019
- The room and The couchFri, Jan 18, 2019
- Dear Friend,Fri, Jan 18, 2019
- The KeysFri, Jan 18, 2019
- A Loves ResponseFri, Jan 18, 2019
- Lies We Tell EachotherFri, Jan 18, 2019
- An Art Students PrayerFri, Jan 18, 2019
- My New CellFri, Jan 18, 2019
- Little Match GirlFri, Jan 18, 2019
- LimerickFri, Jan 18, 2019
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