Poems from Justinejk
the thought of ink on my skin forever intrigues me.
She looked more than stunning, more than beautiful. She was the sun, and her light was brilliant.
So many pieces in this box, so why do we fit together right.
From my stomach To my lungs and my throat. From my heart to my head and my eyes. All i see Is buterflies.
One day I'm going to open my mouth. And I'll scream. And I don't think I'll be able to stop.