There once was a
Boy
Who met a
Girl
He was all put together and
Perfect
She was all falling apart and
Messy
She loved his togetherness
His perfectness
He loved her messy
Until one day
He looked at her
And decided that her mess
Wasn't worth cleaning up
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
