Breathe in, emotions out
Shivers run up your spine
You just laugh – can't walk straight
Head spinning around
Don't remember the rest
You want to feel, you want to scream
Where am I, you might think
Naked under the sheets -Feeling way too shit
You feel dirty, you feel sick
Am I just a writer throwing a fit
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The Mind Of A Writer - Poetry Collection
PoetryI was bare-skinned, and so was he - hidden behind the lines of poetry ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... My second poetry book. Deeply personal yet I hope some of you might be able to relate.
