( a short poem )
i told the stars my sorrows,
but happiness was
something I could not borrow,
how come this empty feeling
would not fade?
when there wasn't something to be made,
oh how I wish
it would come back,
the lovely feeling I just lack
but will it ever be back?
- hannah / astral
3:37 AM • 10/15/2023
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poems I randomly make when I feel a strong burst of emotion
Puisi‼️ TW: trash & very bad poems [ these poems are based on my irl experiences, so these are also practically rants ]
