When you meet him
You will forget how to talk
Be deaf
And blind
But he will taste like the poetry
You wished you could write
ESTÁS LEYENDO
my thoughts in poetry
Historia CortaThis is the journey of surviving through poetry. This is the blood sweat tears of nineteen years. This is my heart in your hands. Here are some expressions from the bottom of my soul and heart. What does your mind produce during the day and the nig...
