When I Grow Up
what a foolish child i was
leaning against the windowsill
to get a better view of the black velvet that was the sky
praying
for someone
who looked like a dream
and felt like home
and my god,
how you are her.
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Blind Poets
شِعرPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
