Butterflies
Something I shouldn't feel
Something that's wrong
That I know is terribly wrong
Why is it that the worst things always feel the best
Why after a year or more am I getting this feeling
For someone I shouldn't have these feelings for
Why did he have to look into my eyes
Why do I have to be so weak
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
