oh the things I want to say
that would blow up in my face
so I'll just stay quiet
and won't leave a trace.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
only the words we haven't said can hurt me now.
oh the things I want to say
that would blow up in my face
so I'll just stay quiet
and won't leave a trace.
