I cut
the paper
with color and ink
Filling the blank
with the sadness
within.
So happy it seems.
What is hidden
underneath.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
