She build herself all her life
and when he came another glue is needed
to fix her again.
She build herself all alone
picking up the shattered self she had
and when she was almost done
he came like a storm.
YOU ARE READING
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
PoetryWe speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, th...
