I am a hater of love
Until there is you
Thought we could end up
Yet the red ink flow in me, huh
YOU ARE READING
Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
Poison
I am a hater of love
Until there is you
Thought we could end up
Yet the red ink flow in me, huh
