I want to fight for you, but you keep pushing me away like an unopened letter forgotten behind the shelves and collecting dust. You burned us before we could even begin.
Leann-2025
YOU ARE READING
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
