Love and hate,
Fake and break,
Bitter and sweet,
Where does it lead?
Fiction and passion,
Dreams of fashion,
Master of all minds,
A legend,
But who am I?
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
