It took one conversation with you for
me to realize that things
have indeed changed;
I'm no longer your little slave.
It's been a while since I felt so free;
So uneffected by you.
It feels good to not love you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poésie* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
