"whisms" poems
I sit,
and try to do
what I've always wanted to...
Put into words the whisms of a damaged and fragile mind.
I hope it comes out right and feels *** going in.
But hope too much I do, and results never may I know...
Just tell me that my life, moved yours and I can sleep at night.
But what if not,
what am I supposed to do?
Who would I be and what would this all mean?
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC