I am someone who lives for the little things in life.
For the way the wind blows through my hair on a night drive...
And I think that in my own way, I can be beautiful.
That maybe someday someone will see the way I observe everything and store it and fall in love with the world, and they will think "...wow, this is someone who I can love"
and they will fall for the stars in my eyes, the same way I fell for the stars in the sky.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
