A seed was planted
Fear grew inside
She lives despite the parasite within
Just because she is unaware
A heart is swollen
In a good way or not?
A girl can only tell
Her insides were consumed
The fear greater grew
She then decided
And made a mistake
Inevitably, she was hurt
As it turned out, and how could she have not known?, it was her who planted the seed
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WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
