Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Storm (idfk unfinshed)
crash down upon me
tear me to bits
burn me with your light
torture me with bliss
I miss the way you missed me
I miss the way we wished
That things would turn out easier
but we could never fit
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