I bottled them,
all of them.
Every little thing that,
i was afraid to show.
I bottled them,
all of them.
Every little word that,
i was afraid to say.
I bottled them,
all of them.
Every little action that,
i was afraid to commit.
Now i sit and wonder,
if my life would have changed or,
if i'd still be the same.
regrets i call them.
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Poem a day
PoesíaWritting was never her favourite thing to do but soon came loneliness and took over, she was away from everything. Nothing went the way she planed, she was tired of life. A pen and a paper became her best friends. She began to write,write poems on h...
