Bottling it in,
Until I explode,
Because sadness is a sin,
That I can't expose.
These words are a small leak,
Of who I am inside,
But they're not the release I seek,
To let it all out.
To make him smile,
Is my only goal,
Issues starting to form a pile,
Though strong I will still stand.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
