You are a past,
That I long to forget.
But you won't fade away.
There are memories clinging onto my skin.
Scars that bleed,
But no one else can see,
What you have done to me.
My eyes cry tears.
And my heart whispers secrets.
But my lips remain silent,
And no one else hear,
Or care, at all.
I am a wonder,
Tangled up with secrets,
Wet with tears.
Awaiting to be noticed.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
