I've only stopped dreaming.
And yet here you are,
Feeding me new ones,
That I so long to believe.
But they can never come true.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poésie* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
Feeding Dreams.
I've only stopped dreaming.
And yet here you are,
Feeding me new ones,
That I so long to believe.
But they can never come true.
