"Bad day"
Another one.
She came home.
Ready to just cry her eyes out.
She put in her headphones,
Scrolling through her music
His voice calmed her,
Gave her instant relieve.
People hate him.
She doesn't understand why.
But they don't know,
That when they failed to help
He did,
Without being present,
Without knowing her,
He's the reason,
She still smiles
When she has a bad day.
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Poems
PoetryI wrote the first ten of these poems last year. I wasn't so sure about publishing them at the time but I'm doing it now. *UPDATE: I will continue to write poetry time to time!
