So much to say
No one to listen
No one to understand
So I keep it inside
These thoughts in my head
Its hard to speak
When no one understands your depth
They all play in puddles
While Im drowning in the deepest ocean
I can come up for air
To meet you there
But youre terrified
To swim the depths of my ocean
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoesiaComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
