I put these walls up for a reason.
I've been doing fine
On my own.
So how
And why
Do you make me want to bring them down
For
You.
YOU ARE READING
guns and bullets
PoetryThe pen was the gun. Her words, the bullets. A collection of poetry I wrote when life happened.
30 - Trusting You...
I put these walls up for a reason.
I've been doing fine
On my own.
So how
And why
Do you make me want to bring them down
For
You.
