dear person,
you may or may not be the person i intended this for, but i want you to know that the poems my heart and mind and soul wish to tell are all here layed out like the broken peices of you i intend to fix.
i don't mean to be selfish, but please don't take them without permission; i cherish these words and i hope that you do too. i hope you understand.
i know that everyone comes here to read sad poems for the sole cause to wallow in the words others put out, but i want you to find the meaning in each and every one of them...
because everything written here was written from a faint heart to another.
sincerely, me
YOU ARE READING
a letter adressed to you
Poetry'my hand writes the things my heart yearns, my mind screams, but my mouth doesn't dare speak.' for the hating, the healing, the happy, the hopeful, the loved, who loved, and the loving. //inspired by rupi kaur// //lowercase intended//
