She hoped and prayed
For the unforeseeable day
Where she would be okay
Where she would escape the maze
That dwells in her mind
She hoped she would find
The perfect rhyme
To soothe her wallowing soul.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
