>>Author's note<<
Ok I'm kind of in between with this, I'm using my poetry to make this but I think I want to make it a story...well I'll figure it out
**start**
I knew no one...I don't know who my parents are, I don't know anyone from school...I don't even know myself.
I didn't know anyone because of the wall I kept up to keep people out.
I alway kept up a strong wall, even as a child. I was born by myself......sadly my other half didn't make it....my twin died, and sadly...I made it
I live a life of solidarity. with only me and my wall, that stands tall and strong. Which is more I can say for myself.
One thing I knew was that being by myself was a way of loving myself...a way of loving the other half that never came with me into this world to make me whole.
But one thing I over looked, one thing I hadn't noticed...is that the outside of my wall had a tiny crack.
YOU ARE READING
From: my Heart and Soul
PoetryThis is just the recent poems I made, I hope you enjoy