Aug 2018
I'm born into this world
like a clean board of canvass,
I didn't know who will I love
I didn't know who am I going to be.
As I grow up,
my misery, my pain, and my scars
are turning into colors,
colors that i am now using
to paint the canvas of my own.
like a clean board of canvass,
I didn't know who will I love
I didn't know who am I going to be.
As I grow up,
my misery, my pain, and my scars
are turning into colors,
colors that i am now using
to paint the canvas of my own.
I am making my own poem collection called I Bleed Poetry and i feel like this is the poem that kind of summarises the entire collection. :D
