I told my friends
that I could draw
But they told me
I was a liar,
because I didn't want to show
the drawings that I made.
I went home
and gazed through the mirror.
I rolled up my sleeves slowly,
and looked down the drawings
that I made on there.
"It's beautiful. Isn't it?"
✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧
-21 Januari 2021-
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
A Funeral For The Feelings
PoesíaPOETRY BOOK. [read at your own risk] ❞ She's using the ink from her veins to write poetry about her feelings. ❞ ⚠️ this poetry is dedicated to those who have been impacted by mental health concerns, suicide, lost, failure, and grief ⚠️ if you are st...
