art isn't finished, it's abandoned. that's what Da Vinci said.
a/n: i'm not, in any way, claiming my words can be seen as art but it is to me. it's my form of art.
beware of shitty grammar and wrong uses of punctuation marks.
This is a collect of my poems
I know that originally it also had ones that I liked, but I deleted them to make it my own.
Potential trigger warning
Cover drawn by me. So don't judge, I know it's bad.
*completed*
1st poem book "The Truth"
2nd poem book "Hidden By A Lie"
3rd poem book "As Bright As The Stars In The Sky"
4th poem book "The Paint Brush Of Magic Will Paint The Way"