Covers and acoustic versions,
Through headphones.
Fresh and scarred perspectives,
Through eyes adjusting to darkness.
Category: poetry festival
Voice of Addiction, Poetry by Chantelle Cherie Cox
Well, it’s nice to finally meet you.
I’ve been waiting for your call.
I’ve noticed youve been crying,
and ive watched you pace the halls
Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose, nothing to live for,
nothing to fear.
