No matter how Much my eyes lose sleep, you won't ever even bat your pretty hazel eyes for me ..
And that, my dear is a great injustice . Because its 2 A.M and my heart knows I should be sleeping , but shouldn't your heart have known I was as fragile as glass? While yours is as hard and cold as stones .
We were never meant to cross paths ..
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Catharsis
Poesía"the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions especially through certain kinds of art." if you can relate to any of these poems , I am truly sorry for what you are going through . Feel free to message me and talk if you feel the...
