"The letters glistened on the paper, shining like diamonds. The ink on the typewriter wasn't black, not at all. It was the color of thin air, the color of a ghost.
The letters glistened on the paper, shining like water. The ink on the typewriter wasn't ink, not at all. It was wet and tasted like salt.
After all, these poems? They are Written in tears."···
This is Written in tears.
It's a poetry book, full of stories, of magic, of love, of pain and self-discovery.
It's love and hate letters. From her, the poet. To them, those who hurt her, those who didn't love her, those who she loved, those who saved her.
And now, it's literature. From me, the poet. To you, dear reader. Now, Written in tears is yours. I hope you enjoy it.
YOU ARE READING
Written in tears
PoetryLove and hate letters. From me. To you. That's what poetry is, isn't it?