A hundred. A thousand.

short. sorry about that.

I grip on tighty to my arms but I cant get a grip of life,

But all I do is stand and stare, stare at a the tempting knifes.

Why don't you see why I'm so scared? You're supposed to understand my strife.

Why I'm scared of being in love and being someone's wife.

I'm lying through my teeth,

Aided by a hundred smiles.

But the only way to cure this pain

Is to walk a thousand miles.

Reviews

[Michael Opoku-Addo]

Very beautiful poem, excellent write.