.
She hated creases.
She hated people who folded the corners.
She hated it because,
It meant they had stopped reading.
So,
She was waiting,
Waiting for the person,
Who would never leave a crease.
Because that's when she would know,
That they found her interesting,
Interesting enough to keep reading.
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/52 words/
YOU ARE READING
A collection of Poems
Poetrysome random poems I came up with :D <3 there may be some triggering topics to this book so be warned I hope you enjoy :)) I may not update regularly as i'm still in school but i'll always try <3 Ly
