The moon won't show itself without the sun,
The heart won't beat itself without the veins,
The ark won't sail itself without the wind,
Just like my feelings,
That won't work,
Without you.
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
