I pray.
I hope.
Faith.
It consumes me.
Sometimes,
I feel.
Sometimes,
I don't.
Sometimes,
I cry.
Without reason.
Sometimes,
I wish
Things didn't happen this way.
I wish,
I could fly
Away with the wind.
Nothing but
A wisp
Of smoke.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
PoesíaHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
