“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
It's a wanderlust life,
in my head.
A wonderful cry,
drowned in tears.
Couldn't fathom for more,
it's not real.
My life in her eyes,
is a lifeless vine.
It grows unknowably,
she doesn't notice.
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A/N: what must I do?
