I keep scratching,tearing and throwing the papers onto which I had written down the memories of our love.
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.
please be gone!
I keep scratching,tearing and throwing the papers onto which I had written down the memories of our love.
