I’m sick of whining about it.
I’m sick of winter under skin- I’m sick of self destruction.
I am tired of blaming seasons
Skeletons and branches… 303 more words
This is my own poem that I am reblogging onto this platform. I wrote it in 2015 when I was going through some emotional hurdles. It may be a very cheesy poem about lost love and broken promises but I do like the diction and am still quite proud of this little piece. Enjoy!