“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
Heavy minds;
when in deep, we pry.
To cry,
our thoughts trekking -
Down,
to the cold stone of icy lips.
Just rip it;
off your neck.
The thoughts were dead anyways.