◇ sadly, I'm at the age of marrrrriag- ackk ew
Too much of creative feeling,
I crave of it every morning. But, even if I love the tingling,
it's still not the final curve of my life that's happening.
I want to show so much of this, but how could I?
When no one even want to comply?
If only I can find someone to marry, just to fill in this
crazy feeling that makes me wary. But no, because
t'was said to be too much to ask.
Then,
love me, dear me. For I can't bear to realize
how lonely I can be.
YOU ARE READING
MY POEMS
Poetry🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
