These days life didn't feel like she should persevere
She probably gave up, once again
She had her phases
For a short time life was worth living at it's fullest
And in a instant it collapsed as a castle made of cards blown out by the wind
That's how life was for her
A mix of highs and lows, constantly
No in between
YOU ARE READING
Beloved sincerity
PoetryThose poems are wrote in English, but I must tell you that it isn't my first language. So grammatical or syntactical errors might occur. Still, enjoy your reading!
