Warms the coldest person.
Reinvents a circumstance.
It gives us freedom.
Tells a story.
It conveys a persons ideas on a subject.
No one knows what it represents to the writer.
Gives you access to what isn't here.
YOU ARE READING
The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
