Don't.
This is my warning for you.
If you insist to dive under
the sea of my darkness,
you'll sink and
you can never
get out of it,
you will drown.
For I was never the chaste
everyone asks for.
I bring tsunami tides.
I cause death,
are you ready for it?
'Cause that is me,
I am dead.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
