"pour your heart into something
to distract yourself." they said
so i poured until i
had nothing left
and that still wasn't
good enough for you
YOU ARE READING
the root of compassion
Poëzieoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
