how many poems have you sneaked into,
without me knowing a thing,
i've written small details about you everywhere
you filled my eyes and my mind
and now you fill up my pages
•i seem to have engraved you onto my soul•
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
