I don't wanna be a writer anymore.
My bank of words has gone empty.
My poetic heart has gone inkless each day.
I lost my pen.
I lost my fire.
I lost my soul-I trade it with his promises.
Those broken vows left me burdened with this unrequited love.
YOU ARE READING
LEFT UNHEARD
AléatoireThese were the whispers that were left unheard. For her voice were not so loud,so she whispered it and make a progress til anyone who seek it can find it. These will be the new book she bleeds in year 2021.
