I tried to cover up my pain through writing,
"Don't write poems" they said.
"your work might be the same as other poets."
perhaps,they did not know that each poet was carved by the hands of sadness.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
