𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚.
𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.
𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌.
𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.
𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆.
𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔.
𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.
𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑷𝒖𝒔𝒉.
𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.
𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒍𝒚.
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
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My Book Of Poems
PoesíaThis is a book that will continue to grow with the poems I write. From death to friends, childhood, and love. They are about true experiences, or about ones to come.
