“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 :)
Bluest eyes I've seen,
they're my night time.
Ones that hold me tight,
where I'm confined.
It is my breath.
It is my death.
If I wanted limbo,
I guess it's alright, if it's either or.
...Unless the sky falls down on me...
