To all the poets out there,
you are vigilantes
who save people like us
from calamities
that stir inside of us.
Who save us from crashing, burning,
drowning and falling.
YOU ARE READING
Forsaking My End
PoesíaWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
