"I miss her" I tell my wall "I know. I can see the tears threatening to spill out." My wall tells me as it gives me a look of pity.
My tears makes it way on my pillow and my pillow tells me "it's okay, I got you. I'll soak up your tears since no one is here to wipe them."
The music I play tells me "let it all out, scream as if she can hear you, as if they all can."
A Conversation with my room- Butterfly poems
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Pretty Pink n Blue Butterfly Poems🦋
PoetryPlease don't take credit for my work and my own fucking feelings please and thank. There are TW in this poems so if you feel this way please talk to someone you trust but enjoy . -Pink n Blue Butterfly.
