Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2018
I had split in parts.
I lifted my hand but
it was not me
I spoke words but
it was not me
I existed but
it was not me

I split in parts and
there should be dialogue
between roomates
but I was so terribly frightened
to bother them again
none
Written by
none
1.9k
       V, Midnight, Rick, Sky and Semicolon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems