May 2020
i am
a pen
afraid
of loving
like how
the ink
kisses
the blank
paper
but dies
and
leave me
for
my words
to live
in poetry
a pen
afraid
of loving
like how
the ink
kisses
the blank
paper
but dies
and
leave me
for
my words
to live
in poetry
Copyright Šī¸ 2020
