the pen is gripped tightly
around my fingers
black ink soaks into the page
a tear rolls down my puffy cheeks
it engulfs the black ink
the words are smearing
this is the end
all I ask is that you
move on
I will finally be
h a p p y
YOU ARE READING
contemplations
Novela Juvenilpoems // thoughts // quotes the things you hope for and wish for in the beginning are the things that will tear you down and destroy you in the end. you have to learn to build your walls high and strong so the wind won't be tempted to knock them dow...
