Burnt and Cold Consumed Timber Heartless Soul In My Tomb And Hers Nonsense Lies Happy Mess Is Unknown To You Anger Hatred And Only Never Faith Maybe She But Hope Is Gone All Lost To Die In Her Arms Lies Or Mine To Me Turns Away.
By D. Kwong Waye
Original piece (written on an A4 sized paper, a little thicker than the usual paper, and with a black felt pen, inspired by the font Old English Text MT):
The shape isn’t really obvious, but it’s in fact half of a heart, a broken heart. Now that explains it all, right? 😛
Any comments you want to share about this?
It’s actually rare that I write poems, but when I do… I enjoy myself a lot! Get deep into a jungle emotions and words…
If you know what I mean 🙂
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little piece of mine!
An Evil Nymph.