My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
Contact Form
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Of True Love
I'm not the type
To fall head over heels in love
Not because I don't try
To love
To touch
To forgive
To understand
But because I'm skeptical.
No comments:
Post a Comment