A fragile girl,
with hair just as white as fresh snow.
Her heart pounding,
and her stomach growling below.
Off her shoulder,
grows a tree.
As black as her eyes,
and them, you can't even see.
What the tree represents,
is up to you.
But remember my friend,
we all carry trees too.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poesía[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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