Stare at me
Head tilted to the side
I watch you from the window
I provide you with that sense of security
The blurry vision
That's me
I am your friend
I do not wish to hurt you
I'll soak up your tears when it's cold
I have no face
No hands
But I can sense when you need me
I hope this message reaches you, my love
All the best,
Anonymous
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
