Hands with fingers so long that mid way of each finger it turns into feathers, that of like an angel from heaven.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
Freedom
Hands with fingers so long that mid way of each finger it turns into feathers, that of like an angel from heaven.
