“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
One who was your inspiration;
is now the desperation -
to just stop -
because there's no respiration;
in an ancient heart,
where corruption resides; a magnitude of quaking.
