I were the boy,
You talked to me about.
It ******* ***** catching feels.
it is not soothing,
to watch the burgundy clouds,
slide across the night summer sky?
lol. clouds are pretty.
the world would be a lot darker if you were to leave it.
please don't do it. i care about you :)
with the person,
behind the screen.
I don't know if the poems i write are the true me or rather they are the me i wish to (not) be...
will read these poems,
and fall in love,
who never existed.
The person you piece together from my poems, has died.
Windows part one of wo
I used to use poetry as a way to get emotions off my chest,
before it became one big popularity contest.
I think that sharing poetry is amazing but i feel so pressured for it to become "recognized," and well, in this age.. it just ******* *****.
Weather like this,
Beckons for us to be together.
The sunniest season also gets rain so if you have a bad day, remember that it's the rain that waters your hopes and dreams, similarly the bad days make the good ones that much sweeter.