I'm out of my focus.
I can't think of what to write or what I should think about first.
My mind is a mess and so are my feelings.
Feelings that are almost impossible to deny.
Mixed emotions that just won't let go of me.
Because I can't let go of you.
So Stay.
YOU ARE READING
Black Ink, White mind (#1)
Poetry"Unable to decide from where to start, I hold my pen and write to heal the scars forming and shaping the flaws and imperfections that make me who I am." Warning: This work will put you down to your own thoughts and memories ⚠ ----------- Prev. #282...
