you made her lost in the sea full of carnal mens
so don't ask why she was not the same girl
that you decided to dispose like a trash.
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...
