You're my poetry.
You teach me well how to play with words.
You've hurt me that's why I turned to my pencil and paper.
Without you, I don't think I'll be poetic once and for all.
So thank you... 'coz even though you broke me, you bring out something in me.
YOU ARE READING
Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
