Six million tear-drops a second.
Imagine this... Each tear is one painful memory drawn out of you, replaced by a white blank space for you to fill with a happy memory.
So cry more, and laugh more.
That's you... Six million memories to make and one happy soul that you'll wishfully shape.
YOU ARE READING
Black Ink, White mind (#1)
Poetry"Unable to decide from where to start, I hold my pen and write to heal the scars forming and shaping the flaws and imperfections that make me who I am." Warning: This work will put you down to your own thoughts and memories ⚠ ----------- Prev. #282...
