My heart aches.
Poetry writes itself all over my skin.
I wish you could stare at me now.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Şiir* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
Writing Poetry On My Skin
My heart aches.
Poetry writes itself all over my skin.
I wish you could stare at me now.
