I met a boy
who doesn't want
to let
anything nor anyone close.
For he is made of ruins
and constantly fears
that he will destroy
everything he touches.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅?
ПоэзияYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
