masking my pain with humour,
as the days grow more gloomier,
i don't think i can hold off any longer,
before my thoughts conquer
YOU ARE READING
The Heart of It
Poetryjust the thoughts that go through my mind when i'm all alone.
forty four
masking my pain with humour,
as the days grow more gloomier,
i don't think i can hold off any longer,
before my thoughts conquer
