If my name is a memory;
I'd rather forget.
I am the daydreamer—
Fantastical, disturbing, and unreliable.
If my story wasn't right;
I'd rather lie.
I am the desert—
Angry, never-ending, and lethal.
If my love is impossible,
I'd rather be a mystery.
I am the ocean—
Endless, devouring, and unforgivable.
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Daydreamers, A Poem✔️
Poesía[Completed] Willow May is trying to survive high school- Without her best friend knowing she loves her; But one night, she records a love confession and- Accidentally sends it to everyone. Suddenly, her complicated love life becomes tragic. This...
