Every second without a text or snap from you is like torture, trying to turn the corner to get back to us. Don't want this to get worse. It's like a curse waking up to nothing from you. What have we become?
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
