I'm a little afraid,
Just a little,
That if my hands were to shake,
And if my eyes became wet,
And if I can't hold it in
long enough
I'll crumble
Before everyone's eyes
[Instead of behind the door of my room, within my walls]
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
