Window
I cry myself to sleep most nights
Watching while the sky turned blue and white
Through the small window in my room
My light-yellow pillow
Is my hero
It collects all my tears
When no one else is around
I wish I had my own superhero
To tell me not to feel this way anymore
Help me collect the fallen tears
That had fallen softly on the surface of my pillow
I just want to watch the black widow movie
But al las I'm going to cry myself asleep
Watching as the wind pasted by the window
I had never considered
Being my own hero
But now that seems like the best option
Instead of crying into my light-yellow pillow
That reflects the moon light from my own window
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an- this isn't one of my favorite but I still love it, anyways I hope you guys have an amazing day. see you all tomorrow for another update:)
~xx hollyandmax
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It's okay to not be okay
PoetryA look inside the messed up brain of a teenage girl who always says "I'm fine" but who isn't lying when they say that two word line? A collection of short poems about many different topics Some of these poems are based on true stories while others...
