Any poem reflects its author.
If it's happy, the writer is delighted.
If it's gloomy, he may be down.
How were my poems in the past few days?
Were they bland?
Were they useless?
Were they lacking feelings?
I know they were.
And I know the reason very well.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
