For Aladdin.
From the moment I read your poetry, I too wanted the ink on ordinary looking pages to take what my broken heart struggled to piece together and turn it into something i could finally make sense of. They call it poetry. I call it magic.
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.
