You said you won't cry,
but look at you —
every little free time you get,
your mind replays all the aching memories,
where you were once helpless and hopeless,
but as you reminisce,
you figured to swim and be alright despite those painful breezes.
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A Perspective
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
