I was once a beautiful tree.
Nothing could cut me down.
I thought I was too strong.
Clearly, I wasn't.
You cut me down by my roots
and turned me into blank paper
Writing beautiful words on it but
not to give it to the person you hurt.
Rather you gave it to the person that
hurt you.
- two broken souls, one master.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
PoésieA collection of poems that I've written that will leave you feeling woke, sad or inspired. Most of them are things that I'm going through/overcoming and the rest are scenarios in my messed up mind. Hope you learn a thing or two.
