And here I am
Bleeding onto the paper
The words of my soul
The keys to my heart
All my thoughts
All I feel
Scattered among
The inky stains
Shouldn't you understand
The words of my soul
Since all it does
Is bleed for you
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
