She never knew
that his present was all about
those love letters
that he failed to send
in the past,
and little did he know
that her brain
was filled with poems
about the man that she
could never have again.
- Jan Di
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In Dreams, We Find Our Rhymes
PoetryWell, I just can't describe my poems better than how this piece of mine describes them. 🌠 "What My Poetry Is Made Of" I am not someone who has rich vocabulary. My phrases, my clauses will always be ordinary, so I just use the simple words that I...
