Stroked

I write the poems
That I would have liked to read
That has always been my reason
For tatooing the pages of my journal
People won’t write the poems I want
So I have to do it for myself
Pages always open their arms for me
And that’s where I weep like a child

šŸ“–āœšŸ¾šŸ‡°šŸ‡Ŗ

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