"be the poem."
ditty
i was hurt too many times
leading me to believe
that no one loves a damaged heart
they see the scars and they leave.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poetry"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
