The love is there.
So real you can feel it.
You just cant see it.. but you make yourself.
Does that mean it exists?
Or you're seeing things out of nothing?
Seeing a love you cant trust.
Seeing a feeling in actions that are bare.
Seeing a thing that's not there.
Seeing hope in something that deserves none.
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Poems of a broken artist
PoésieDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.
