Created with an urge...To bleed with words...To cry with words..To cuddle with words...To smile with words...To live in words
I am a writer...bleeding words
On pages that are always empty
Writing
Until my blood becomes ink
And my fingers become the pen...
Writing
Until the simple act
Of moving a pen
Becomes breathing......
👑M.O.J.O👑
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Stories by M_o_j_o
Again He Was Mine
It's all a description of a love that wasn't meant to be....
The pain
i wanted him out of me....i wanted to find myself again
Continuation of he was mine
A collection of my poems