Inside this story, all the gray that is b/n black and white.
poems, thoughts, pain, wound, if the story get lucky, will have white ending but who says black sucks, pouring the pain and live inside of it,
Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings.
A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.