I’m just me, I don’t really write a lot,not that great at it, but sometimes I enjoy it. :)
She never felt that she was enough all the other girls, they seemed so tough. Her emotions were wild others seemed mild she'd yell and scream
By T.H.about a year ago in Poets
The melancholy you see Is the fight within me So tired of hate There is no escape Inside there’s a warrior But she’s running late
Earths cool breeze of air Oxygenates the fires Enmeshed by water