You told me I was a star.
Now that I'm broken,
I believe you.
Everyone keep trying to fix me up.
If I didn't shone once,
Maybe they would never even try.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesia* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
