"there was once a girl. she was a poem that just couldn't find her ending. she searched the world; trying to find one brave enough to help finish and find herself. there was once a boy. he was a blank canvas; waiting for someone with precious words and steady hand to finish him. two blank pages, grey and dull."
Here's to you. Here's a secret letter dedicated specially for you. Here's to all the unrequited love. Here's to all the broken-hearted ones out there. Here's to you.
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
