It hurts
When you talk about herInstead of meIt isn't the first timeAnd it won't be the lastThat my focus falls onto unfit handsThat's okayWith you I learnedWhy self-love is so importantBecause I don't give myselfEnough of it, and neither do youNormally I'd bendHand you a flower And explain why You should love itBut you won't hearMy explanationSo I'll take the flowersTo someone who can see The beauty in them As they see In themselves
*Written on March 19th 2020*
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Deep Dive: A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in the last 10 years You will notice the older they are the sadder they feel, but the more recent the happier and more hopeful they become. I will publish 45 chapters and close this book as I think it's a part o...
