Drowning in my own sea of words
It grips tight around my neck, like merciless hands, watching, waiting to hear me take my last struggled breath. Everything is going so fast it's like someone pressed a fast forward button on my life,
By Leigha Johnson7 years ago in Poets
What is the color red? It’s in her cheeks when she smiles at you, and what she’s wearing on her lips when you take her out.
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