After all the words
And all the ink
And all the blank pages painted black
with the adjectives of you
One thing is abundant clear
Nothing I write will ever be enough
To sum you up
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
