Most days I spend my time hoping
Praying
You like me for me
And not the things I can do for you
Most days I spend my time hoping
Praying
That someone like me would ever be enough
For someone like you
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
