lying on my bed, trying to act like the best is yet to come.
i started to envy the snow for being so blissfully cold.
and now i envy the leaves for being so carefree,
through the seaons, unaware of the fall.
oh how i wish i could be a drop in the ocean,
with no worries and no questions at all.
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Poésiea heartfelt collection of lyrical poems and prose delving into themes of love, mental health, and self-love. a journey through the raw emotions where you can find solace in the gentle words that resonate with the depths of your soul.
