I'm sorry I'm not good enough
so now I'll confess.
I'm nothing like the rest.
cuts up an arm
some on another,
why'd I tell you my secrets,
if I knew I'd soon be left?
I needn't to fret
so go ahead,
leave with the others
while I'm here
thoughts running through my head
about the times
I had a true friend
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a bad habit returned this morning and I suck at rhyming poems (horrible day lol)
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astronomy•poetry
Poésiethese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
