A year of young love,
Then he turns 18,
Starts working 40 hours a week,
Just to eat.
Whilst my heart yearns,
Just to speak,
To him.
I miss you.
I'm weak.
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7th August 2018.
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Hopelessly Hopeful
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. They detail my experience with true and not-so-true love, bereavement, abuse, anxiety and depression. These poems are my soul and I share them to you with love but please be careful whilst reading my work...
