Poetry #4 ~ It’s not you it’s me, I deserve better.

I felt like a fallen flower Beautiful yet destroyed The whole field looked fresh as it could be Only my body seemed to have died; I felt like the moon Shiny and bright But I still needed the sun To help with me with my light; I felt like a lost child Running around inContinue reading “Poetry #4 ~ It’s not you it’s me, I deserve better.”

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