Hide and Seek
An inner child poem:
A random thought about Death
A thought wrote down before I knew the Barons.
Morning
I've never allowed myself to mourn.
Am I Made To Be Loved?
Sick Irony
"I miss the person you used to be."
August 26
On the eve of yet another year more of existence,
Polarity
You speak in mysteries and riddles,
Last One For You
I love you
Tense
"I love you more"
Broken Pot
Trust is not something easily found
Purple Emotions
Shades of blue
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