'I'll turn my tears into metaphors you can't decode.
I present you a gift, drawn in a canvas written in ode.
I thought you'll read but sadly, you did not.
I wonder if you didn't liked it, maybe you can not.
And like the ink in it's pages, it'll soon fade away in time,
What once was written, shall be buried in this empty shell of mine.'
Under the Stars I Write
By HannahRedspring
[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness... More