As we speak
My heart skips
Pages I'm
Suppose to read
I get to know
Someone who
Has flaws
yearning to unfold
Every detail
Every word
Makes my heart
Feel frail
He looks
The other direction
that I cease
To sail
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
