aren't you tired
with the constant fixated stares,
constant murmurs,
the constant glares,
of people who couldn't understand,
what is whirling within you?
slowly. slowly. slowly.
slowly, i am starting to understand you
b e t t e r ,
much better than before,
and now i finally know,
one does not sink in the waves,
when they learn to ride with it.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
