you're the light of my world
but when i put up my umbrella
to shield myself from the rain's harm
on a sunshower day,
i don't mean to block you out too.
you're my only
you see the good in me;
you make me less lonely.
and under that same tree,
i guess i'll finally be free.
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secret poet. {book 2 | sadness and heartbreak}
Storie d'amoreto the heartbroken. (ASTRICTS NEXT TO TITLE MEANS TRIGGER WARNING**)
