Poetry is the expression of the heart, a dark and horrible place. Poetry is the language of the soul, where light come to life. When these collide, inspiration comes and that is my home.
Poetry is the expression of the heart, a dark and horrible place. Poetry is the language of the soul, where light come to life. When these collide, inspiration comes and that is my home.
❝ Giggles erupted past my mouth,
Lies slithered past your tounge.
Our relationship soon headed south
Then the truth sung.❞
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