Love,
Play with my hair
And tell me you love me
Into my eyes stare
And tell me I'm beautiful
Show me you care
And tell me I'm worth it
You , my love, were always worth it
All the struggles
All the fights
You're still the only person
I'd choose tonight
So take my hand
And whisper sweet nothings in my ear
And hold me close
While I cry my ugly tears
My love, you are so perfect
My love, that's why you only exist in my head
My love, you are a figment of my imagination
I'm sorry, my love
But now this piece of imagination
It hurts to think about
So my love, I have to not remember you
Goodbye, my love
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
