I may transform.
Things may be different when I come home.
I hope to be stronger and wiser.
Winds will change,
I know that things will not always remain,
But my heart forever stays the same.
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Poetry in Bed
RandomThoughts that arise from laying in bed late at night til early in the morning that turn out to sound poetic enough :3 Copyright2016 //S.E.S.C.//
