Dear Destiny,
I wonder if we'll ever meet.
Hence this letter.Doubts squander.
The people.
The places.
I wonder what they imply.Every shooting star
I ever wished upon
Died.
I would love a reply.
Or to meet you in person.Love,
Your hopeless one.
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PoetryA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
Dear Destiny
Dear Destiny,
I wonder if we'll ever meet.
Hence this letter.Doubts squander.
The people.
The places.
I wonder what they imply.Every shooting star
I ever wished upon
Died.
I would love a reply.
Or to meet you in person.Love,
Your hopeless one.