What if life isn't the way it is?
What if writing with your left hand is common?
What if walking with your hands wasn't difficult?
What if school and education wasn't needed?
What if happy endings didn't excite?
Hey guys,
By the time I wrote this poem, I started to doubt about myself and my relationship with the guy. Something... felt different. I tried to ignore it. By this point, the poems are gonna start having an insecure feeling. Hope you guys like it!
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Thoughts of it
PoesíaThe first time I ever fell in love with some one was the first time I started to write poems. But that love didn't last long. As typical, he broke my heart. when people asked him about it, he blamed it on me. All I wanted happiness from this relati...
