some days it
is better.
some days i can
shoulder the hurt and
carry on with
a smile on my
face.
on other days,
though, it
takes all my
effort just to
keep going.
how can life-
how can i-
be so different
at the
same time?
YOU ARE READING
| flying |
Poetry⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ sometimes it feels like i carry rocks around with me on my back. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ a collection of ̶p̶o̶e̶m̶s̶ feelings
