It's the kind of anguish that makes me want to curl up in a ball on the floor and scream my lungs out.
It's the kind of horror that grips my heart and throat and makes it hard to breathe.
It's the kind of melancholy that just never goes away..Missing you just feels like all of that..
- 14/4/2021
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Drowning Stars | Poetry
Poetry"Because tell me, my dear.. How can you ever save a drowning star?" My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy. - •Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18 •Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18 •3rd place in Poetry of The...