A poem for The Past
My poems used to be about happy things
My poems used to sing like bluebirds in the morning
But darling if you only knew what the blue bird sings
Songs with no sweet melody
But minor chords that help you ignore
The pain around you
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
