Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The words that trickle through your gullet, Just to pour out your mouth, Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything, Whether regurgitated or not; I just hope you find your balance again... Soon.
0
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
verbal melancholy
The words that trickle through your gullet, Just to pour out your mouth, Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything, Whether regurgitated or not; I just hope you find your balance again... Soon.
emmennarr
Written by
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem