burnt holes
ripped papers
black what once made sense
and it blackened her
it drowned all of her pages
in acid and ink
it's merely gone,
but tell me
how is she supposed
to write
ever again?
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
