Sitting here,
Staring at this blank canvas,
Waiting for an idea,
To paint with delicate words,
With only the pen in my hand,
And the notebook in front of me,
The only things I could truly find
The right words to write about
Is the words that speak
The love I gave you
And the pain you gave me.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poetry
PoesíaThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
