the friend, that you said the best
i don't know if it is really for the rest.
the friend, that is not as pretty
as the other people she pity.
of course the friend that is not as brained,
as the other that left you stained.
apology, i always give you
please accept it even if you don't know how is it feels inside my shoe.
nevertheless, my hopeful self would love to make it clear,
i will always be here.
🖤autumn
YOU ARE READING
autumn's journal
Poesíaanything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
