Words that make up my poems are the
pillars that hold me when everyone has deserted.
The shied from storm, from the eyes of the shrewd, the biting tongues, words that will breathe long after am gone, words that touch my soul and reaches all the corners of my heart and paints it red, the corners that not even blood could
They are the ones bleeding and shedding tears on my behalf.
My poems take away all my pain,
I can't tell how many times poetry has been there for me
Trust me I won't be sad at all when my time has come to the end, these poems will have a story to tell. They will sing the songs released by my undying soul and forever say and let out all the feelings I had inside for so long but ne'er showed. They will not be the epitome of devils to devour but the guard of what I had in this life, will eternally live and indelible
