philadelphia Just an artist with open eyes. I'm not really a writer. It all began with me ranting my feelings onto pages, but, soon evolved into an inexorable urge. That's all.
If you don't like what i write, than back off.
It's my world.
This is my "poetry." 14 followers / 762 words
Ink stains on my pillow bleed through to each thread the longer they sit, the deeper they get all is done when the cap is left off deep hues for deep blues I'm stained in deep blues