Where does my words go?
I wonder
where the wind
has took my words
Now, I feel like
battling
without a sword
Seems like
I'm a lifeless
poet
Refusing to
bleed an ink
for every love she meets
Love,
Janella
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All The Unsent Letters
PoetryPapers have always been a venting space and pen have always been my voice. Poetry has always been an escape. Here's to ALL THE UNSENT LETTERS written with my every heartbeat. - All The Unsent Letters [English Poetry Compilation]
forty seven
Where does my words go?
I wonder
where the wind
has took my words
Now, I feel like
battling
without a sword
Seems like
I'm a lifeless
poet
Refusing to
bleed an ink
for every love she meets
Love,
Janella
