She's a blind lover.
Feeling,
not seeing.
Believing,
not knowing.
It costs her everything,
but she's already lost sight
and sees nothing more to lose.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poesia"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
