Spilled Ink
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
❝for I am nothing but a statue watching you come and go.❞ she refuses to let go of him, he refuses to know of her existence
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poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
❝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 ]