Sorry, been awhile since I felt like writing. So much has happened...
First, he isn't who I though he was and we aren't what I thought we might become. He could never be what I thought he was... He just isn't that kind of person. I still swoon at the scent of his cologne though...
On the other hand, I met another boy. One who is much better. He speaks my language and I think he understands my deep sadness. He sees my brokenness and agrees that he won't walk away.
But there are other issues. It simply confuses me more.
I've been haunted by nightmares
Ghosts of the past
Please
Save me
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The Heart of a Poet
Teen FictionA story about a teenage poet who is discouraged by the fact that people don't understand her. Told in first person.
