I'm like a target.
I was easy and frail.
So I followed your trail.
In which was fears and insecurities.
Huntsman aim. One by one.
Get their best shot. Through my thoughts.
The arrows pierce through me, until I'm left on a stump.
Words in my mind, emotions left behind.
All I could think was, is this all for real.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Blank spaces.
PoetryA blank canvas is all you need. My name is Jessica and this is my book blank spaces. Filled with things that are currently happening right now. Some may be translated, into a language you don't understand. That's the beauty behind it. Let the poems...
