piled against my bedroom floor
torn and tattered, pages falling out
they were used
they were inherited
they taught us something
most importantly, they were loved
we spent night after night skimming through these words
the margins were spilled with scribbles
the bottom of the page filled with doodles
our minds wander
only to come back to these draining words
only to give them away
to be held once again
to be loved once again.
YOU ARE READING
Words From The Soul 🌺
Poesía"The ink spilled from the pen, leaving me with a page full of words and my thoughts" P.S - ALL these poems are mine and I'd appreciate you not copying them as I've worked really hard I love y'all <3 - krissyloveswriting
