Your sheen,
When we first met
It knocked me,
Out of breath
But now I know, to be a star -
You'll burn yourself to death
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
