As I lay in the darkness
I realize it is not what I fear
I've made peace with the things in my mind
They've been here for years
Now it's my friends that keep me awake
Echos of words they didn't mean to say
It's my family I hear
Almost too good at pretending to be sincere
- I didn't mean that
Alexandra Andrews
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Storms Don't Stop For You
PoesíaPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
