“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 :)
Bones chilled
in gold.
Bones melted
in copper.
Bones blended
in silver.
Bones 𝘤𝘳𝘺
in stone.
"Be vulnerable, it 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴." ~ 𝘮.𝘰.𝘮.
