one can only read what one
is willing to SEE. idk how to
MAKE SENSE of the senses
as i watch the familiar walls
RISING
around
a heart
too scarred to be exposed
to moonlight. LIGHT ME up.
no
one can take away from me
what i put into my POETRY
+ so i pour my emotionality
into
this safest place for it to be.
.
