We turn into poetry,
When we hurt someone,
They stare at their wounds,
And then their stares speak words,
We turn into poetry,
When we love someone,
They long for stolen hugs,
And cry cascades of sorrows,
They turn into poetry,
When we see their stares and sorrows,
And print them on a book,
So they'll be ours and never borrowed.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
