“Woeful”
The endless conversation has just started
A minute ago, I was walking
Down the streets, alone
In a hurry to go home
When I met a friend
A friend I always asked for
The same friend who I always needed
Little did I know, I would fall for you
I never did expect you would mount such a thing
Mount a trap, full of love
Now, here I go
Letting you go fly like a pure white dove
Just like you are letting me go now
Unfortunately, I cannot fly like you
I’m being like this, just so you can let me go
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My Odd Consciences
PoetryI wrote these poem when I was 13-14, I write a lot about how I was in pain, which in retrospect is not much. But at the time it felt like the end of the world :o
