The mind is like a storm, wild and free.
Sometimes we want to be hugged and touched, others just to be left be.
In the eye of the storm is calm and tame.
We can control the sickness, it's our game.
In our choices we have to follow our heart, otherwise we will fall apart.
We will drown in the tsunami of sadness, and forget the sunshine of happiness.
Each time you see someone, hug them a little tighter, as that might be the last time you see one another.
—May 18, 2021
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Poems I Guess
PoetryCOVER NEEDED Just some poems I write sometimes, was inspired by Buggsy Hunter to make a poem book ♥️ I'm best at haikus, though there won't be much. That's all why are you still here?
