Im sorry
You showed me how to love
when I couldn't love myself
You helped me out
When I couldn't reach the shelf
You where there
When there was nobody else
So I guess I shouldn't hate you
When you're not here now
I guess it was my fault
For mistaking your feelings somehow
I am sorry for being broken
Over what I had allowed
—Bea wavy
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Noctuary
PoesíaNoctuary~ 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...
