BOOK OF PAIN
Her heart was a book self.
Her vein was thread of word.
Her blood was ink.
Her brain was a typewriter.
Her hand was pen.
She portraited every character she encountered in her chapter of the book.
But, she padlocked her book,
Before writing the end.
She was scared...
Her vein was thread of word.
Her blood was ink.
Her brain was a typewriter.
Her hand was pen.
She portraited every character she encountered in her chapter of the book.
But, she padlocked her book,
Before writing the end.
She was scared...