It was Valentine's Day,
I sat at my usual table in my favorite cafe,
pulled out my favorite leather journal that held all of the secrets my mind cannot hold,
and I wrote everything that I wish you'd say to me.
It was Valentine's Day,
but you did not show up to declare your everlasting love for me.
It was Valentine's Day,
and I had to hold my heart in my own hands because self-love is the only kind of love I will get today.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
PoetryJust a place for me to share the poems I write inside of my leather journals. Let's read together... If you want to share any experience you have dealt with that made you feel less than who you are please message me. You should never have to deal w...
