Back to when I thought
that there were no limits,
I kept myself awake late at night,
thinking about everything
that I've been through
and all the mistakes I've done too.
Now that I've learned,
all is simply a memory
that I've buried
at the back of my mind,
hidden deep within
but never to be forgotten.
— from a "new" me as people have said.
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
