At one point, you were my pearl; now we are swirling down this hurricane of back-and-forth, hot and cold, sunny one minute and windy the next, never knowing if you're going to go or stay. At first, everything was great; now I'm starting to think I'm just going to end up being your forgotten, lost pearl. Should I wait for you or let the hurricane sever our 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
