I'm not exactly a stranger to writing poetry, but I am, decisively, a stranger to writing poetry that has bits and pieces of my love in it. Pardon me, for I have been reading too much John Green lately, and also cause I'm quite young and probably do not posses enough skill to write the beauty that is poetry. I decided to give it a try anyway.
Not all of this is all about love, because sometimes it doesn't have to be. Additional warning, I tend not to follow the dictionary defination of things. Bad habit. Also, every book needs at least one made up word in it, right? Or maybe five... or ten.
(None of these are to be taken seriously. I am just a teenager girl beginning to learn the confines of love and it's strength. Nothing new here.)
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A Little Bit of My Heart
Poetry"Oh, I'll write a book one day, I will. one that doesn't leave all its pages scattered, words un-said, but when I reach the last chapter, fingers numb, heart thudding, your eyes belifting, I will stop. We were never meant to have an ending." A colle...
