a sarcastic learner of all things that is human on occasion.
You don't know me and I don't know you Who are you to judge? You don’t know my pain, You don’t understand my trauma.
By Melica Francis4 years ago in Poets
My tired has become tired And I am tired of being tired I have welcomed sleep But it comes as an uneasy guest Redying to leave me
As I stare at this blank page Listening to the crashing waves My mind is empty yet full Of all the things I want to say
