Mind filled with words.
Ink that runs through her veins,
She writes poems to show her pain.
'What better way?',
She thinks to herself,
People leave but these words will stay.
So she keeps on writing
and her heart becomes a Bookshelf,
Of all the things she had never said.
He heart cries ink that spill on the pages
and take the form of words,
The cries were silent, they were unheard.
So the books sit undiscovered collecting dust,
The bookshelf is starting to grow old;
It is now covered with rust.
Oh! She writes about things and people
that she 'once' knew,
Longing for the day when somebody would lovingly
write about her too.
-ColdSmokesx
A/N: You are art and you are loved. I hope that you find something even better than what you look for.Something even better than what you've imagined. Just believe in yourself and remember that,'You are enough and You are worthy'.💜
Lastly, thanks alot for the immense amount of support you readers have showered on me! It means the absolute world to me.<3
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Poetry~WINNER OF THE WATTS PLUS AWARDS 2020~ Sonorous- an imposingly deep and full sound 'Read, how my words lift the veil off of the hidden gems and troubles of this world. Read, how I uncover it with feelings and thoughts that escape my mind at night. R...
