Whilst you sit and thinkof how to preach me through teary eyes and guilt arising within,I stand in front of the mirrorin high spiritsspeaking as if my words though replete,may never effect thee.
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Diary of a poetess
PoetryA mixture of love and hate. Penned down my feelings though, some are just poems. A poet obeserves and writes his or her thoughts. I feel the pain of rejection and devastation. I like to follow my dreams and do what my heart says. Whatsoever people...
