I love loud
But I suffer quietly
I never meant to start like this
My heart is pure
But often gets me hurt
Just from the stress
Just from the thoughts
Just from the ideas
Just from me not saving souls
Just from me having no say
Just from me not having a way to intervene
I suffer quietly and more often
But I love prouder than before
And rejoice more often
And if love starts or ends as suffering
Than I will spread love
Because in the storms I can remember
I SAVED someone.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoetryPositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
