Dedicated to the fabulous MissFangirl04
some say kindness
is a waste
some:
an unaffordable
luxury
some deny
it's very existence
but not me
how can I?
when you are
a living virtue
how can I?
when it blooms
inside you
as
the most beautiful flowers
how can I?
when your heart
drums
it's steady, strong
beat
teeming with its
very
essence
YOU ARE READING
Truly,
ŞiirThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
