• niolami 24w


    Ever wondered why we write?
    Out of all the millions of souls out there
    I choose to pour out my heart to a piece of white sheet
    Holding on frantically to my ink and it's case
    Letting every hurt out

    Maybe this is the best place to be

    My secrets are safe here
    Within the thick black block
    I construct my Joy
    I tell it to no one but my little sticky note

    No one will hear it
    If only you read it
    How I feel within
    You can't decipher

    It might be my story
    It could be yours
    It, only is found
    In my write pad

    If all men were books
    If all women were papers
    If all lovers were pen

    What would poetry be?