Hi, person.
Welcome, I guess...
Before, you start reading this little poetry book, I feel like I owe you a little backstory, mine and my poems'.
So I'm Gelli (for you at least), and I was born almost seventeen years ago to a family where you don't really express your feelings, but 2 years ago, I found this.
Poetry. Now, my sanctuary. The secret garden that saw me grow over the last two years.
At first, it was meant to be something else but I am not unhappy about the way it all turned out.
Although, I must confess that in the beginning of my journey, I was mainly concerned with saying pretty things (not untrue things, I wouldn't lie for a rhyme), but now my main goal when writing is catharsis.
Nevertheless, I thought my old poems were still worth a read.
So, I copied them from my notebook to my laptop, and then to my phone.
I built a narrative regardless of the dates they were written on.
A story worth telling, with a happy ending of sorts.
And if you're up for it you can tell me what you think each chapter is about.
I hope you enjoy my poems !
Purple~♠
YOU ARE READING
winter colors
Poetry"I first saw you on a September day Made me feel things I wish I'd never felt Too often, you took my breath away. Then came the winter, cold, lonely and hopeless, too Grey, a color I despised before you A color I hated after you." winter colors II...
