My life is a poem;
It's beautifully written.
The pages are torn;
The pen is bitten.
My life is a piece of art;
People walk past it,
My vibrant colors,
Ruined with black.
My life is a book;
That will end
Be sure to read it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Love
PoetryDear love, The light is dim, •∆•∆• ☀️ •∆•∆•∆ In this empty heart of mine. In you, I was searching in me something I couldn't find...🦋
