At one point you where my pearl now we are swirling down this hurricane of back and forth hot and cold sunny one minute windy the next never knowing if you're going to go or stay at first everything was great know I'm starting to think I'm just going to end up being you're forgotten lost pearl should I wait for you or let the hurricane severe are ties
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
