I want there to be a reason for me to wake up in the mornings. I want to wake up with my hair messy, no makeup and in sweats and have a man still look me in the face and tell me I'm beautiful. I want to stand with you on the mountain tops and be able to lay like this forever to see how bright the sky can get with each smile.
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A Midst of Sadness
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
