everyone is moving along
crowds filtering through crowds
that distinct scent
of smoke and salvation
penetrates my eyes
the people dismiss me
as i break into a million pieces.
"i'm looking for someone to love." i plead
and then
they all leave
vanish in my awakening.
behold my greatest fears.
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too young to be this sad | poetry
Poetrythe thousands of colours, dreams, and thoughts running to me at 2am, condensed into a little garden of poems and prose. ・・・・・ ✁ - - from the author : this is my first piece of work on wattpad omg i'm scared i hope you all enjoy 🥺🖤
