There's a certain kind of simplicity,
In poetry,
The rhythm of words
Intimate,
Between you and me,
A simple beauty,
The one you cannot see
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PoetryWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
