"She's yelling on the phone again..."
She yells at us, too...
She's gotten a lot better now...
But, as they say...
Picked wounds leave scars...
"If you can hear me now... I'm reaching out..."
I am...
I really am...
But not just to one person...
To two people...
A ghost...
And a ghosted love...
I'm emotional...
Music, am I right...
I needed to cry...
Crying is good...
Clean the windows to your soul...
Always.
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A Look Through My Eyes
PoetryThis will be a series of poems. Dedicated to all of my lovely friends and family members, and those who I have not met yet. Dedicated to love, inspired by my love. My inspiration to create this is TeardropsOnNoses or otherwise known as Zanna or Z.
