Can someone come and sweep me off my feet?
I don't think I can stay where I am right now.
When will my angel and I meet?
I think I've been waiting too long with the wrong kind of crowd.
All I've been doing is making the worst decisions
Then hope that everything will get better.
When will I finally face oblivion?
I've come to think after all this, I really don't matter.
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
