My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Shooting Star Syndrome [Poetry]
If my life is this big black sky
You're just a simple shooting star;
Fleeting, bright at first sight
But ultimately fading,
Completely out of light.
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