we are all little misfits,
floundering through life.
our lips are sealed
for the fear of truth coming out.
there are emotions,
trapped within us for the time being,
but how long can we go before we
spill and break?
YOU ARE READING
Crowned
Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
