So sad and woeful a creature is she,
who has no hope for love or living,
nor a dream to continue in that wretched place she would call home.
Yet, here she sits, paving such roads to unknown lands with each stroke of the pen in her trembling fingers.
Carving a new home into the paper, and escaping this world in favor of one of her own design.
YOU ARE READING
Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
