Clinging to a hope
A wonder
A dream
A wish made on a shooting star
On the blackest night
On the coldest day
On the scariest moment
With claws digging into my skin
With red souless eyes boring iinto me
With a need for someone
To be there for me
To be holding me
To see who i am
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When I'm Bored I've Written...
PoetryThese are just some stuff (i guess you could call it poems) that i've put together this year in my spare time. Most of it probably won't make sense(pfft, like i ever do!) 'cause it's pretty much describing my confusion and hurt.
