my wall crumbled immediately
as sadness I tried to hid surfaced
the memories flooded my mind even more with each step
each tear only brought more longing
why did we become like this
even as I stuff myself more with distractions
nothing seemed to be going well
nothing seemed to be going right
as soon as I got up
I would immediately fall again
Each stone stacked would soon crack
And after the crumbling wall
I came crumbling down
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serendipity 一 poems
Költészetshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
