Her writing.
The pieces of her soul, her heart, her mind--
Share it to the world, she wouldn't dare.
Even bits and tiny pieces of it feel like a
huge, burdening risk
Words. Simple, yet
vulnerable, exposing, reaching onto the depths
They are more than just words. They are
Slivers
of her heart's whispers
Waiting to be heard
but not wanting to be stolen
They cry out
begging to be freed.
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HEY Y'ALL.
It's me~
I hope my followers won't form an angry mob and make me a victim of a pitchfork stabbing for the sole purpose of not updating my other books. LMAO.
Anyways, other than my Silence Before the Storm dual-chapter book (which isn't even a book really), this is my second official poetry book!
Shame on me for overcomplicating things such as writing stories smh.
Hope y'all enjoy, aye?
YOU ARE READING
Fleeting.
PoetryMoments in life are fleeting--some people use cameras to capture minuscule details through a click of a button, others through a bold stroke of paint on an empty canvas, and a couple of others through meaningful scrawls on pieces of paper. Started:...
