Stories of pain,
a message of hope.
Torn paper hearts,
tales of love.
These are more than scratches on a page.
Thus art, in word, in form.
Molding these letters into words,
and commanding these words into order.
We are proper poets.
Spilling our hearts out on the page,
until it is crimson from the blood of our pencil.
And wet from our tears.
These words on the page are a mirror,
it reflects our heart.
Our soul.
YOU ARE READING
Heart And Soul
PuisiThis is all my works combined into one book. Some is about my battle with depression, others are about me trying to help others. Please tell me what you think. All comments are welcome, and my inbox is open.
