If scars were paint
And if skin was a canvas
We we would all be masterpieces
Hanging in an art gallery
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Poetry(Previously named 'Evanescent') I'm just human I'm nothing more than a personality fading into nothing. Quickly disappearing, never to be seen again. Unless I find in a light in my darkness. Maybe writing is that light, I'm not sure. But it seem...
