To the girl who made threatened me to start this blog. No, I won’t name my future daughter after you. *eyeroll* This is all you get. I write poetry Because I can see Your lips, swallowing Your sadness temporarily And curving into a smile. * … Continue reading I write poetry.
I dip my pen In the inky black sky And, watch, mesmerised As stars burst out Of the nib Aligning themselves Into a mass Of constellations As I put my pen To paper. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
She was constantly turning melancholy Into poetry Splattering the pain, that Coursed through her veins Onto pages of blank paper And watching, as her pain Wrote beautiful verses Turning pain into an art form Making people cry, at How something so ugly Could create something … Continue reading Poetry.