“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 :)
thinking of her embrace...
it's their arms where I feel safe
until they run away -
smoking embers fog up
selfishness embellishing
in the rims of the irises
eclipsing
what I really see...
nothing