From time to time, I crave for a being.
Seldom-panic and misery, a solitary
young teenage girl-feeble yet feeling
Peculiar density, her heart hard to carry.
When his hoarse voice vibrates in my ears,
his handsome heart, striking eyes
toss a gaze that could dazzle my years.
My heart talks to his heart as spies
to reveal the torment and pleasure.
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True Love
PoetryThis poem is about depression that tries hard to ruin your 20s. Don't give up girls. You are not alone in this journey. Someone is always there for you to lift you up. Just look around. Fight harder and let it burn girl. Rise above its ashes.
