i try to write,
yet delete what i end up speaking.
i can't make connections,
for all that i went through has passed.
it hurts yes, but not enough
for me to overflow like i once use to be able to comprehend.
now everything is false,
and everything is fake.
my words are, jibberish.
im jealous author,
for im clueless as to which road of
my literary journey i take now.
- zmh
STAI LEGGENDO
the ruins of me
Poesiai love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
