Plenty of ink,
and the question still remains
Am I brave enough to conquer this pain?
For honesty kills me,
I no more can write...
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 58
Plenty of ink,
and the question still remains
Am I brave enough to conquer this pain?
For honesty kills me,
I no more can write...
