Ink and paper have become my best friend.
I can vent as long as I want and it won't become bored.
wont let out a single sigh or yawn.
never leaves me, ignores me or silences me.
only listens and understands, somehow better than any real pair of ears.
nothing listens better than these pages.
and so I write. and write. and write.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
