I know that
I feel things deeply.
I even feel deeply about that.
Like how you shouldn't
put me down for it.
Because you might not feel
the extensive amount of pain I get,
but do you know
what it's like to love
like me?
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
