She loved stories so much she became one
Everyone judged the cover. Never read the book.
Everyone her overlooked.
Down below their feet.
But will someone pick her story?
Will someone understand?
Will someone stay till the end?
YOU ARE READING
Cold Hands, Cold Heart
ŞiirSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
