My fatal flaw?
I make wishes on dead stars
That never hear my cries.
I still hope to change things I cannot.
And I say I do not feel guilt,
Yet I'm sinking in an ocean of it
Every time I cry myself to sleep.
-A.U.
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
