These are words of beauty,
These are words of pain,
These are the words of the one who won't remain.
Written in coal colored ink,
Typed in Arial Black,
I swear some part of me has to last.
And I hope these chapters of me will continue to age,
Long after I've lived my last day.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
