Imperfect Perfection
If you love my work, repost this poem, help me get this bastard heard. Not for ego, not for numbers, just one broken person per word. I never planned to be this…
The Words Were Never Meant To Leave
I never wrote this for claps, or praise from a crowd, I wrote because my head gets loud, and the thoughts won’t quiet down. Sometimes it’s pen and paper, sometimes notes in…