She didn't collect for the reasons one would think.
She didn't write love letters to the boys one would imagine.
She didn't escape the way one would assume.
And she didn't love the way one should.
Instead, she collected for all the wrong reasons,
She wrote love letters to herself,
And she escaped within every chance she got,
Slowly forgetting reality
And loving it every second of the way.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
