She cries alone
Reaching for a friend
She looks to things agone
Wishing she needn't pretend
She looks in the mirror
And despises what she was given
She searches for her error
Dreaming of a life reliven
This is not how it was intended
And she often wonders
How her life would have ended
If she'd have made less blunders
~Amsonia
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
My poems
PoesiaI'm not an incredible poet I only write for fun If you tell me they're all awful I already know it But please don't fail to realize My life has just begun So try to be respectful And don't only criticize
