in this temporary world
full of temporary people
we are searching
for a permanent place
in arms that will not
hold us forever
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Tears
PoetryPoems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
temporary
in this temporary world
full of temporary people
we are searching
for a permanent place
in arms that will not
hold us forever
