The love words I've never gotten to hear ...
are ink spilled on my clothes
I just fell asleep while writing my heart out and forgot to control the ink in my weapon ; the pen was left open .
The dripping blood drops , caused by betrayal
Are ink in my pen
For a palace made of melodious lyrics.
It's writing that kept me sane .
The words I tell myself every-morning are inked on my forehead
as for me to become what I believe I deserve to be ..
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Mindfulness ( blue edition)
PoetryRanking #23 on the rising list and #18 on the hot list . I express myself in the form of poetry . This book is dedicated most importantly to people facing mental illnesses and heartbreaks ( I love you ) .
