Pages of books many unheard
Making and answering questions.
Like matilda,
I've observed to obscure.
The question I ask most, although it is unlike me to boast.
The thoughts I've bound, and written down,
The characters I've found, and read aloud,
Often have a tendency to drown, or to loose their crown,
Down into the vicious depths of oceans, Streams ̶
to let go of this mortal coil; the seems.
Is it because of memories of them;
And myself.
Wear thin?
Questioning the mortality of the world, and you.
YOU ARE READING
Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
