she's a poet —
whose soul is a mystery
and is full of loneliness.
she's a poet —
whose mind is overflowing with ethereal beauty of words
and mellifluous screams of agony .
she's a poet —
who uses tears as her ink
and scarred skin as her crumpled paper.
she's a poet —
who weaves majestic metaphors
and sails through her ocean of thoughts.
she's a poet —
who sits at a dark corner of the room
and cried into poetry by her tears that are made of ink.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
she's a poet —
whose soul is a mystery
and is full of loneliness.
she's a poet —
whose mind is overflowing with ethereal beauty of words
and mellifluous screams of agony .
she's a poet —
who uses tears as her ink
and scarred skin as her crumpled paper.
she's a poet —
who weaves majestic metaphors
and sails through her ocean of thoughts.
she's a poet —
who sits at a dark corner of the room
and cried into poetry by her tears that are made of ink.
