is it bad that i still have hope?
i lay here on my bedroom floor
tears leaving streaks down my face,
hoping that one day you'll make
your way back to me.
i feel like my brain is shouting it out
into the universe or to anyone listening,
everything keeps leading me back to you,
showing signs that tell me to stay,
signs that tell me to wait.
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The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poetrythis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
