I recently finished Rupi Kaur's book of poetry entitled Milk and Honey. And when I say finished, I mean devoured. For those of you who don't know, I dabble in writing poetry. Actually, I had gone to school for it. I've even gotten a couple published (one recently), but for the most part they stay private and only manifest every now and then.
|Milk and Honey p. 194|
*5 out of 5 Coffee Beans!*
I only wish that this book existed when heartbreak tried to break me.