The Story of My Heart

Your heart is the paper
And your lips your pen
so let your lips read the words of your heart
Let them flow like the rivers in the mountain
Because your words are pure, gentle and ever so beautiful.
-The Golden Wolf

*disclaimer*
I know my grammer and spelling are terrible already.
Unless you are paying for my education then don't hate.
These are some old poems of mine that I have written along with some new ones.