I was so caught up with my lies -
My disguise,
How much would be the price
I had to pay?
For always thinking twice,
Maybe thrice
Or a couple hundred times
Of the things I cannot say
So now that I'm with you,
I'll speak true
Of the things only you can do,
So, the right words I must find
And I could tell you now,
If you'd allow,
But I just don't know how,
So darling, nevermind
YOU ARE READING
Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
