I'm longing,
To be held,
And comforted,
Forevermore.
I'm overwhelmed,
By the very thought,
And doubtful,
It could ever be.
It's very strange,
How I have started,
To draw such unwanted attention.
An Even though,
I have caught,
An eye or two,
I dare not draw near
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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...
