Let hope narrate death
In a soft voice nor young neither old.
Let it scream for you to live,
But be the reason for your death.
How hope consumed your heart
And twisted your mind.
How it shattered your bones
And shackled your spirit.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
