I wish they could see,
what's underneath this tan skin,
Flowing inside these hollow veins,
Carried by the poisoned blood,
Held firmly by the cold heart,
Hidden behind these stretched lips,
I wish i could say it out loud
But the thorns on my tongue,
Will never let me.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
