Amusement parks
And cutesie hats
Looking at the sky
With each star
My beating heart
Starts pounding
I don't know why
I look at you and see a gleam
Of love and no despair
Too bad this date was just a dream
Too bad you never cared
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
