Lets take a trip into her past,
Oh how we travel so fast.
Here she lights a cigarette,
Whisps of smoke for each regret.
Flashbacks of all the loving pain,
Anyone would think she's half insane.
But She is I and I ish she,
Hid all the pain you couldn't see.
"Are you ok?" And held me near,
"Yes" because thats what you wanted to hear.
- 17.12.18
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
