I turned away
I slammed the door
But its not what I need anymore
I wasn't afraid that I'll walk alone
But I was extremely torn
I waited in the rain
But you never came
I walked away and the skies turned grey.
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Poems.
PoetryI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
