Add To The Fire
My pain isn't one I would verbally share,
For I know they wouldn't really care,
My tears aren't of those that are seen,
For I know it will be used as my own gasoline,
My scars are hidden,
For they will add to the fire,
That they have set upon me,
satisfying their own desire.
—Bea wavy
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
