I want her to feel okay again.
I want her to feel happy again.
I want her to feel alive again.
I wish for her safe space,
I wish her heart hadn't started to hurt,
Along with her lonely mind.
She means everything to me.
A wonderful girl,
I grew up with her,
Though we weren't close for years,
There was always something,
Someone,
Keeping us close together.
Then,
It became just us
Her and I,
Attached at the hip when possible,
Trying to be close for,
The day our lives would part.
The day our world's would,
Take us to separate paths,
And, yet, today,
We're together,
Closer than before.
And this is the girl,
You know as,
"She."
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
