Have you ever seen
those curves,
loops, circles, scribbles,
as they come together
to form a pattern.
They are just like me,
me on sleepless nights, daily.
- she whispered while placing her head down on the cold wooden desk.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
