But You Choose Not To See by Speaking Sorrow

Jul 2016

If you could see my soul
The one the writhes
The one that feels like winter
And speaks to those
Lost and Unknown.

Would you try and keep my warm?

Or would you light the flames beneath me?

Written by

Speaking Sorrow 23/North Carolina

(23/North Carolina)

215

Please log in to view and add comments on poems