I miss those days of endless stars and endless dreams coming true.
I miss those days of butterflies with me and with you.
I miss the countless laughs and truthful words colliding into a story,
Of broken hearts, scarred up souls, and a not-so-disney-ending.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
