Ink and charcoal on the paper,
Are just words without a soul.
If you don't put a reason,
It'll mean nothing in reality.
Your words mean nothing,
Without your heart beyond it.
Faults and mistakes will pass,
When you just let your mind decide.
Emotions need to pass,
Through ink and charcoal on the paper.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetrysince i've wrote a couple of poems, i thought i could post it here, so you can read them and yes, they are in english -with some mistakes- and no, i won't translate them, i'm sorry ... alright, maybe i will if people like them and ask for a french v...
