Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2020
soft spoken,
a need
to scream.

when the day seems
too far, I’ll put
anything in between.

these hands are
nothing new,
and we’re still
learning to agree

is it the room
spinning, or is
it me?
Written by
Eduardo Monroy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems