Poetry dripped
from her lips like honey
and from her eyes like tears.
And all I wanted, was to taste each drip of it,
just to get to know the sweet power, which managed to keep her heart alive and wild,
while many attempted to put it in a cage.
DU LIEST GERADE
extracts from books I'll never write
Krótkie Opowiadaniathoughts in my mind becoming words on a paper @Future_Pixie thank you so much for helping me with every extract deciding what I could do better and how its message comes across <3
