I bid my blood for ye to drink
Upon virgin canvas – my heart doth sink.
Tis surely the blood of poets – ink
YOU ARE READING
Mia Bella Somniator
Poetry"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
Ink Blood
I bid my blood for ye to drink
Upon virgin canvas – my heart doth sink.
Tis surely the blood of poets – ink
