You were like the breeze, pleasant and calming one minute and gone the next.
-9:32 AM
I have to pour my heart and soul and put it into little black and white letters
Do you know how hard it is to put your entire being on a piece of paper and only call it art?
Sometimes I feel like paper
Sometimes you crumple it up and throw it out and other times you paint it and call it a masterpiece
But its still a piece of paper nonetheless
-9:56 AM
It's like the universe knew to make me the best version of myself I needed to go through all that
Sometimes I resent it though
-8:47 PM
YOU ARE READING
Seasons- Poetry
PoetryOriginal poetry By me "You've always meant something to me, I just don't know what that is yet." --May 31st, 2023, 10:03 AM . Credit to cover photo photographer . Tws sexual assault gender dysphoria death suicide abuse . This is for Marceline & Marc...
