With my lips sewn tight
And my eyes closed shut.
I lose track of time
Waiting for someone to show up.
To undo my lips,
And open my eyes.
Take me by the hand,
And show me the light.
This darkness sits heavy in my bones
As my thoughts scream louder in my mind.
I wish I could let by gones be by gones,
But the black in my bones
makes me want to believe all the lies.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
