Sometimes I wonder
why people wear sweaters so much.
Is it the way they pull their sleeves down?
or if they're just cold.
I always hope
that they could be like me.
That someone could understand
what I was going through.
t.a.
authors note:
This poem has some sort of mystery. Can you uncover it?
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✡Musings of a Lost Soul✡
PoetryShort little musings that don't always make sense but they're my feelings that overwhelm me so I let them out here. "Every time I close my eyes, It's like a dark paradise" -Lana Del Rey
