she woke up
With the will to live
But ended up disappointing.
she maybe different in person
A joyful and idyllic
But you must know why she wrote poems.
she wrote so much
With pain
So that you can read her
But a solivagant person is never sure of anything
'Cause she changes every time.
Maybe clowning is what she did till now.
Maybe she doesn't want people to find her true self.
Maybe she's just too afraid of the world 'cause it was too hard to hear soft words coming out from those people she didn't expect to.
YOU ARE READING
BETWEEN THE STARS & YOU.
PoetryLove is love. "We accept the love we think we deserve" _perks of being a wall flower. p.s the life I regret from every nook and cranny.
