When I met you it was a cloudy eve,
With flakes of snow falling down from the sky.
You flashed a smile and called me stunning,
But all I could do was ask: why.
Who were you to believe I was amazing,
For you knew nothing about me at all.
But still you grasped my hand and told me,
You would never allow me to fall.
And sure I believed that for a moment,
But all good things must end,
For you had dreams and hopes
That, not even for me, you would bend.
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A Collection of Randomness
RandomThis is just a collection of some of the poems and random thoughts I've written when I needed an outlet. It's kind of a vent space for me I guess? Idk. I just wanted to share them.
