I slither out
Of my four walled shell
To see what is outside
When I get used to
What I am surrounded by
You move me
And I slither back inside
My four walled shell
And you wonder why
And the answer is
Because I have my shell
I will use it
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!
