Poetry
is where I belong when I'm bleak
When I need someone to hold me there is
Poetry
Poetry
is like the Grandfather I never had
the one that gives you great advice and no matter how mistakes you make he will always call you by your nickname
Poetry
The one I write when I'm sad
or the one I write when I'm mad?
The one I write when I'm happy
or the one I write when I'm alive?
Poetry
The mother some of us never had, the one that tells you bedtime stories and hold your hand
Poetry slam
There I want to scream
I'm no longer a dream.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
