I write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have.
I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them.
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My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one t...
Growing up, it was cotton candy and playtime Sticky fingers and scraped knees you'd get as you fell on the pavement Thinking that was the biggest wound you'd ever receive in your life And a colourful bandaid and a kiss on top would fix everything
But now, it's bittersweet peppermint and work days Playtime doesn't exist unless you've got money to pay for it That scrape you got on your knee is nothing compared to the people you love leaving and having your heart broken Throwing a colourful bandaid on won't fix this -Good luck trying to kiss my broken heart
