I'm pretty happy with the poems I wrote on February, there are few, but are longer and more complex.
And so I admit to my faults
I never wished to ever go
Because at last I cared for you
When first you felt so blue
And whenever you looked at me
I knew we could at last be free
February 8th '22
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
