I am written in blood, I am written in tears, you may see me bold or shy — you'll write down a view in a pair of eyes on what I am, but shall I persuade your will to hear before see, approach before assume. Therefore you'll meet more than a face, more than what you know and don't — A soul to soul.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PuisiPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
