I thought the clouds were beautiful,
Till I met you.
Then I found your smile,
And I learned life could never be the same,
For I had felt the warmth of you,
A beauty a thousand suns couldnt measure,
And I learned,
That nothing was better than the feeling,
Of you with me.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
