Nov 4
through my writing, i spill my soul,
each line a bridge, a way to hold
the pieces of me i need to share,
a call to find someone, somewhere.
with every verse, i bare my heart,
a fragile art, a healing start.
in hopes that words can build a space
where souls connect, a shared embrace.
each line a bridge, a way to hold
the pieces of me i need to share,
a call to find someone, somewhere.
with every verse, i bare my heart,
a fragile art, a healing start.
in hopes that words can build a space
where souls connect, a shared embrace.
i love sharing my writing. i love when i know people read it, like they know a piece of me. poetry is the art of bare souls.
