Poems from Justinejk
the thought of ink on my skin forever intrigues me.
She looked more than stunning,
more than beautiful.
She was the sun,
and her light was brilliant.
So many pieces
in this box, so why do we
fit together right.
From my stomach
To my lungs
and my throat.
From my heart
to my head
and my eyes.
All i see
Is buterflies.
One day
I'm going to open my mouth.
And I'll scream.
And I don't think I'll be able to stop.