"And perhaps one day,
I'll learn to put myself before you.
To hold onto myself,
I'll let you go."
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
شِعر* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
