Do you like my quilt?
It's made of so many thing's.
Sewn together with invisible strings.
Some patches are dark,
Some are light.
Some patches keep me up at night.
My quilt was started at my birth.
And it will never stop.
That is until I finally drop.
When a patch is lost.
I don't think twice.
There is only the feeling that it was nice.
Some patches I fight to find,
Some I see all the time.
Some, very few, continue to shine.
My beautiful quilt.
It is more beautiful then you would think.
Even thought some patches are what cause me to sink.
My quilt is made of memories.
From scraps it is built.
My lovely, beautiful, memory quilt
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoésieDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
