Jill : Writing

Y.E.O

Y.E.O

A Poem by Jill


There was a boy, who didn't love me back. Isn't that how it goes?
Ink-blot

Ink-blot

A Poem by Jill


Weaving wordsEven in dreamworldA poet suffersEndlesslyHanging in betweenTwo worldsAll she seesIs the ink stainsSpreading onto paper.


Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5

Advertise Here