2:57 pm, Sunday, 29th October
I wish I was enough to make you stay.
But deep down I know that I am not enough,
and that you're not going to stay.
But still, a part of me holds onto forlorn hope,
that maybe you'll stay, one day.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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2:57 pm, Sunday, 29th October
I wish I was enough to make you stay.
But deep down I know that I am not enough,
and that you're not going to stay.
But still, a part of me holds onto forlorn hope,
that maybe you'll stay, one day.