I just don't understand,
I think too much in rapid words like a spitfire bullet circling in its surface ready for its target.
That target is me.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
I wish my mind would shut up sometimes.
I just don't understand,
I think too much in rapid words like a spitfire bullet circling in its surface ready for its target.
That target is me.
