You were like snow on a summer day
A shade of blue in a sea of grey
So imperfect but perfect in every way
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Tears
PoesiaPoems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
Perfectly imperfect
You were like snow on a summer day
A shade of blue in a sea of grey
So imperfect but perfect in every way
