And just like that,
I fell apart, again.
Shattered.
Became too broken
a mess.
The world stopped.
Everything became dark.
And my heart still betrayed me,
By beating steady.
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...
