I don't think there should be
rules in poetry
because when
the heart of a
poet bleeds
the pen will
surrender.
YOU ARE READING
Wars Inside You (Published Under Ukiyoto)
PoetryLying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been a remembrance of what you are ----lonely and empty. Life is neither a lap-of-luxury nor a tale of rainbows and unicorns ----this is what pe...
