i. THE EMPTY
ii. THE FEARFUL
iii. THE YOUNG
iv. THE FRAGILE
v. THE UNBREAKABLE
i looked into her eyes
and saw trillions of scattered stars,
but in reflection all i could see was wasted potential.
( kay )
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
