31/F/India
A dark soul, lost in the mayhem. I don’t write fancy poems, Just sad ones.
17/F
Singing it's poisonous noise in my head
For the girl of eleven or twelve who wrote thousands of stories alone in her room—and never shared a single one.
16/M
Perspectives - that's what poetry gives me. And of course, some joy and relaxation from the words that always linger in my mind.