She was like the silver in a moonlit room,
Like sunlight to the flower's that bloom.
She was like highs in joy,
Like depth in sadness.
She was like a walking dream which i was living in,
And didn't realised until i wasn't.
Like a pinch of reality with a fistful of dreams.
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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐘; 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryIg for me poetry and writing is the way to express my heart and soul which can't always be done verbally. It's my first time writing some and I'm hoping that I'll be able to express myself to y'all through this. Warning: Some poems contain suicida...
