my heart gets tired
of leaving people behind,
i want to feel admired -
i want to turn off my mind
are there pure connections
in this cheap world of rust?
my life is full of collections -
of memories turning into dust
it feels like i don't belong
here or anywhere at all,
like i'm doing everything wrong -
like all i can do is barely crawl
are there real friends
left for me to find?
in my life everything ends -
i no longer seem to mind.
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dandelion in a storm
الشعرa collection of poems by me to read whenever you feel happy, sad, cozy, or just in the right mood. 🕊 - find me on instagram: @elizabethbagirov cover by: @flowsofly
