This is just a simple poem,
It may be short but I call it home.
This is where my feelings are thrown,
My drafts are either in a paper or a phone.
In here I write emotions that I have not shown,
Read by people who are unknown.
I can tell that I have grown,
In these poems which I own.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
This is just a simple poem,
It may be short but I call it home.
This is where my feelings are thrown,
My drafts are either in a paper or a phone.
In here I write emotions that I have not shown,
Read by people who are unknown.
I can tell that I have grown,
In these poems which I own.
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