I was a beautiful story, full of melancholic lines here and there. An open book in a culture that never learned how to read. We just don't give a damn. Literature is dead, meaning my story will never be heard. Maybe one day someone will hear my words in their head and they'll be able to understand what is said. For now my book has a lock, waiting for someone to take the time to read. Not getting my hopes up, literature has died.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Me
PoetryA shy soul that wants to share the thoughts she couldn't before. Some original and free verse poems that I have been working on from time to time. Enjoy and share. ♥
