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TyeniWrites Jun 2020
I see life through a broken lens
I see beauty in a crack in the glass of a window
Broken crayons still colour
And a broken heart can still love again
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
Different is what they call me
Addicted to isolation
I don't like crowds
I can't fit in with normality
And I'm not trying to be
I'm just being myself
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
Not just writing, but a friend
Thank you for being my escape
From this cruel world
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
It carries my heart and soul
I scream on it's pages
It is a part of me
It helps me find my quiet
I need it to breath
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
His eyes were the first thing I noticed
I could see his whole soul in them
Eyes so beautiful
Eyes of the clearest ocean
Ocean eyes
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
She smiles in public
But cries behind closed doors
Scary what a smile can hide
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
What if you are on their mind
As much as they areĀ on yours
What if they miss you too
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