I guess
it comforts me
September 25th, 2022
I guess I'll write poems, to help ease the pain
I guess I'll cry over, again and again
I'll write poems to heal, the brokest of hearts
I'll write cries for help, for mostly myself
I suffer in silence, in the dead of night
I suffer in quiet, to let it go by
But I wonder, if you
who loves me so dearly, believes in the truth
of being mine only
l'll write poems for you, through and through
I'll write poems for me, soon, soon
I guess I'll write poems, to mend my own heart
I guess I'll write poems, to not say goodbye
- Ms. Rodwell
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