With this black ink
I wrote down my blue feeling
Not much you can see
But i can tell you a story
There is always an option for life
Good or bad, right or left
But why did i dont realize
Things just getting hard as we get older
The imaginations of a ideal world seems like a dream
That only came true if we close our eyes
YOU ARE READING
A letter from her
Poetryjust a some of my random thoughts that i put through words. [DISCLAIMER] Pardon my english. I'm still learning
