A
cameo in my story

Hard to be wiped off

No matter how toxic she was
'cause some stains are bound to stick

How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.

They heard my poetry...
And asked,"Did someone break your heart?"
And I...who did not even have a crush!
smiled and answered," Poets are born with pain in their heart
and millions of universe in their mind."