I counted your sighs but they were too many
So I counted your tears but they were too many
Then I counted your smiles and they all fit in one hand
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Okay so this just came into my mind and it's one of the shortest poem I ever wrote and I could add so much to it but I don't want to.
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The Work of Isolation| ✅️
PoetryAge comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)