“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
Aren't we all the same?
The stars before the suns,
Or the comets before the moons.
Unbeknownst to one,
It's all in the shadows;
We run.
