I told him everything
And he listened
He said he loved me
But he disowned me
I left
I ran away
To relieve the pain
I was different
I knew that
But I thought
He would still love
YOU ARE READING
꧁𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝚁𝚈꧂
PoetryWhen life gives you poems, read them. When a pen touches paper, it creates something that we all want to read. Where these ideas come from I have no idea but I know this is all my imagination. "Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic"-Albu...
