piece by piece
our skin will tear
our hearts will burn
our love affair
where do we go when "lost" is the only thing we can grasp? let blood bleed and ink spill.
piece by piece
our skin will tear
our hearts will burn
our love affair
where do we go when "lost" is the only thing we can grasp? let blood bleed and ink spill.
Hello everyone, here I will be posting all the poems which I write. Not any particular genre, but I hope you all like it.
I am not a proper poet, but I write as a hobby. Hope so you all can relate t...