Skid marks
We break hearts
The tires screech
I can't see
My vision is bleak
But I hear
Rushed sounds and cries
From all over town
My hands still feel
Clamped together
Tightly interlocked
Your petite fingers
Still here
We're still here
Just hold on to me
Note:
hey guys! How are y'all? Just wanted to say a massive thanks to all of you who read my books and support them, it means a lot to me :)
Aaaaand Deepavali is in two days time and I'm so excited cos FOOOOOOOD and just all happy things and asdfghjkkbcwirbdnxn
I read something online last week and I just wanted to know what you guys thought about it
"There's no such thing as writer's block.
There's only emotional block"
- Laura Livia Grigore Paintings and Adventures
Do you agree?
Alright, I'll be back soon xx
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