Poetry is like a flow of words which are sewn with love and affection.
But as time elapsed and you showed the demon which was hidden and concealed underneath your innocent face.
Then,poetry aches the pain you left in me.
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.
