hold on so tight
knuckles turning white
your eyes were so bright
when i first saw you
your drowning now
going even further down
down to the ocean's ground
where you think you'll never be found
your monsters are tough
they're strong and persistent
but i can help you up
i only need your permission
so take my hand
its alright
with you and i
we'll win this fight
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
