The shiny toys were a distant dream,
and so were the sweets.
How could she gather all the fates if she couldn't sleep?
She longed for the comfort
it all gives,
and wished to be seen.
She tried, even fought
but betrayal is what she got
it seems.
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
