Put down and misread
Defamed and diminished
Glamorous intent lost in recluse,
She drifts out of her mind
to seek elegance, profuse.
Time alone, she discovered herself, Her heart, so warm;
her smile, her own.
She marched back, serenaded by
dropped jaws and turning heads,
She found love in herself.
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I Follow Me Walking Away
ПоэзияWhen you choose to read what's written inside... Ask if you're ready to embrace the chaos of nothingness. Everything is sad, sad being the true feeling portraying unhidden complexity, I accept it, more often than I should. This is a collection o...
