My handkerchief, wet with tears
I'm so nervous, tongue-tied with fears
So much for stupid crying
Endless sobs reveal my feeling
Though I try to keep it in hiding
I created such an embarassing scene.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoetryIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...