Words shoot in my heart like arrows.
A thousand little holes appear.
Losing my mind over never written words.
Overthinking, making up useless, hurtful scenarios
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoesiaI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
