Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
When you are not fed love on a silver spoon,
You learn to lick it off knives.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
YOU ARE READING
Acamedsia
PoetryTonight i'm aching with an undefined longing, But we are poets, we don't cry love, we bleed on paper.
