Poetry is like a little box, it always full and heavy of all the thoughts of the writer.
But when she opens the little box's lid her thoughts and emotions fly out like it was a bird ready to become free to the whole wide world.
All these thoughts and emotions are the things that she couldn't say before but now since they are free everyone wants to listen.
YOU ARE READING
The confused young mind
PoetryThese are poems that are my poems and emotions. So please do not steal them and use them as your own, it's copyrighted and that would be stealing. I have put a lot of emotions in every single one. This is my first poem book so if it's not that good...
