That night, when our paths
Had crossed once again,
You asked me just how
I'm not as I am back then
My words, I have held back,
My mind – an abyss
My reason, I'd just put down
In notes just like this
The anagram you're bound to
Read says, I evolved
But shuffle them, will you?
It's read as I've loved
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. :)
