Let me tell you about a girl
Who sometimes dared to dream
Of not being alone.
She was scared to think
She deserved anything more,
To think she deserved
What she really wanted.
She longed for the touch of sweet lips
On the curve of her neck,
Of delicate hands curled around her waist,
And a body pressed against hers.
Was she supposed to want this?
A/N: I wrote this in my oh shit I'm bi and in love with my best friend phase. I moved on, thank god. Still bi, though.
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Tales of a broken heart
Poetry"Everyone talks about love like it's a beautiful rose, admiring its petals, worshipping them even, but no one mentions the thorns." Someone told me heartbreak makes good poetry, so here I am.
