i called you my sky and now i can no longer look up at the vastness, because you're no longer here and the sky only serves as a reminder that i made the foolish mistake of calling you something that stays forever.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
