Her writings they saw and gave beautiful comments
To them they were just mere words
To her they were her insecurities
In each word layed a part of her
Either good or bad, she had once crossed that path
She tried telling the world..her sad parts
She tried asking for answers to the questions she never seemed to understand
But they all just didn't understand
Until she was long gone
She strived
She thrived
She had atleast tried
But it was just never enough..
YOU ARE READING
Finding Solace🥀🌺💔
PoetryYou are my addiction With you I feel like I'm in the land of seduction When you caress my skin I feel like I'm in deception When you kiss me I feel like I'm in a concert that has eviction The feeling is so hot, that I feel like I'm in affliction At...
