Beautiful paper stained with ink,
My heart bleeds out onto the pages.
My eyes scream,
While rivers stream,
Down my face.
Thoughts blur,
While my hand writes,
Ruining the paper it seems,
But soon making it become,
A beautiful masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
