Please don't promise me anything,
You don't even know me,
Oh, gosh,
I'm so sorry,
These things, The want to cry,
Trust you but,
I don't want the truth,
Cause the more we talk,
The more and more I'm afraid of losing you,
And the solid ground I've found in you.
It makes me toss and turn in the night,
Like something's wrong,
As if it might actually be safe,
Please don't dare promise such things.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
