"I shush my mind
And try to find
A little peace and quite
But my minds a riot
It's full of words and phases
Like a bunch of incomplete mazes
I pull on my hair
And no one cares
That every night
A light
It never goes out
And I pout about
Everything wrong with me
And how we
Can't do anything about it
But then they showed up
And even thought my favorite colour wasn't brown
And I always wore a frown
Their eyes were my favorite
So I decided to savor it
Oh my dear
How I tried not to fear
All the things I didn't know
And how I would always show
My weak side
I know I lied
When I said
I don't wanna be dead
But your smile
Keeps me alive."
-r.b
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I'm so sorry for not updating yesterday I didn't have anytime and I really wanna go on an updating spree so that I can't get to the poems that are like better in my opinion like the ones I'm currently writing but we are on poem 10 and I have 58 and counting.
Till next time, hang in there my loves
Love, your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
