Her heart wrenches in anticipation.
How can one person,
Make her yearn so badly?
I admire your kindness and gentleness,
But I don't think
You'd want someone like me.
All I'll bring you is disappointment.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
