One day it will float to the surface of thoughts,
That people have always shown themselves as they are,
No false pretences; just their truth,
Which was somehow missed,
And when it does surface,
Sit a minute or two with yourself; as you work through your grief,
And the loss of the person you thought was yours,
One can only belong to oneself, truly,
Maybe this realisation will free your caged soul,
Maybe you will stop waiting, wishing, and wondering,
Maybe some day soon, your light will fill your soul, where others failed.
~ Rosetta 🥀
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Miss-matched adventures
PoetryI created an instagram account to share poems with a video and music. The music belongs to other artists and I shoot the videos myself with my iPhone camera. This book captures the poems' text, as and when I write them. I will not be sharing the vid...
