My quilt of silence,
patched where its fabric has worn.
The colors and wears, tears
of life.
Keeping me warm
like a mother
like a memory
like a quilt.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
