On the first page of my diary
All you can find is all the words they stole from me
Now im searching all these halls
Trying to figure out how to say it all
Filling every empty page
With a colorful trace
Expressing how they took my feelings away
So don't blame me for who i am today.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
