and it was written in the stars
how we were suppose to
stay and love one another
until you had no more
breath of life.
maybe because you don't know the
stories that the constellations held
is why you began fading
away in my heart.
-that's very tragic .
YOU ARE READING
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
