Poems from WeAreMore
The monster underneath my bed
Sang me lullabies in the night
Which quickly turned to nightmares
And gave me quite a fright!
But as I got...
i'm sick of writing poems instead of speaking my mind
but it's hopeless to dream because i will never find
someone to listen to me talk...
How does it feel to have all the answers in that
Golden head of yours,
But to never speak your mind?
Aren’t you sick of not telling your...