Strings
The strings in my head
gnaw me to death at times
it gets hard to look through
the fog swirling around me
I sow the seeds of love
yet the undying fear in my chest
makes me grow into something
I'd never picture myself into.
© Akshaiya
gnaw me to death at times
it gets hard to look through
the fog swirling around me
I sow the seeds of love
yet the undying fear in my chest
makes me grow into something
I'd never picture myself into.
© Akshaiya