Even if it kills me, I'll pass the time quickly. Wishing my days away till you come home and stay.
I'll work my brain until it's exhausted and then sleep until I can hardly wake up.
Anything to keep me busy.
Ill pour 150% into my art,
Until you can come home and mend my broken heart.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
