In quiet nights, and busy days,
I search within, and feel a haze.
I year to love, to cherish and adore;
so why does guilt deny my heart evermore?
It's my fault, or so my conscious claims,
I year to feel, and express my affection's grace.
Yet, no matter my hopeless endeavors,
my heart continues my emotional erase.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoesíaJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
