I often think my poems.
Are.
Worthless.
Meaningless.
I feel.
As if.
My words go unsaid.
That.
They dont mean anything.
I feel.
As if.
There endless lies I tell myself.
Maybe.
Thats all my life is.
Never.
Ending.
Lies.
YOU ARE READING
no regrets just love
Poesiais it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
