Maybe just a hint.
But this time I am looking forward.
To the kind of joke I would make of myself,
When I fall for you.
Isn't it an irony that I am saying this,
But I am not courageous enough,
Not enough to say it in front of you.
And thus write it in a diary,
That will probably get lost in time's flow.
Then that I guess would be,
Be my deepest regret honey.
For there is nothing more that I will feel for,
Curse myself for lack of my bravery.
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There Was A Feeling
PoesíaWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
