Longing for Someday
Someday I wouldn't have to walk by the streets alone and adore the moon's beauty all by myself. Someday I wouldn't have question my worth and what's with me that makes people want to stay away. Someday I wouldn't have to crash my walls down for someone to enter only to build them back again.
For now, I'd just have to wait the way I did yesterday and the day before that. I'd just have to wait and wait and wait...
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
