Poems from a.loya
You may see The BeastBut all I see is Beauty You may see scarsBut I see are untold stories Stories that were written on skinInstead of...
It's such a curseYet a blessing To be able to lock yourself inTo not show emotion To pretend as if everything was okayIt's such a curse Yet...
It's such a curseYet a blessing To be able to lock yourself inTo not show emotion To pretend as if everything was okayIt's such a curse Yet...