she used to drown her sorrows and hopes in a bottle
like he did before he left her.
but today she doesn't drown her woes in a bottle
she drowns her dreams in the river
like he did before he left her.
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Poems - because words can be beautiful
Poetrypoems - because words can be beautiful === The more serious and less traditional of a duo of ongoing poetry collections. It's other half is shallow and your simple rhyming book. This one is just a pile of thoughts and emotions on a page, not rhyming...
