I have
A little ball
Which I keep
In my pocket.
Sometimes
It falls out
And I have
To find it
Again.
Sometimes
It takes an entire day
An entire week
Other times
It's not so long
Till I find it
Again.
I cannot show people
My little ball.
It makes me happy
But maybe they
Will think
I do not need them
If I have
My little ball.
But still
Sometimes
They help me find
My little ball.
Not on purpose
But it's still there.
But sometimes
My ball is gone
For weeks
And I feel alone
As I search
Endlessly
For my
Little Ball
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Poems
PoesíaI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
