#28A Poem by Wanderlust32197You were peaceful in my eyes, A leader of a thousand doves- I’ve watched you alter, watched you morph, Now witness every pitiless shove. I won’t ask for a change, But secretly pray that you do, For I’ll never consider myself blessed, Until I have the old you.© 2017 Wanderlust32197 |
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Added on November 15, 2017 Last Updated on November 15, 2017 AuthorWanderlust32197Akron, OHAboutHello, I am a college student who has used writing as a catharsis for as long as I can remember. This being said, much of my poems contain darker topics, mainly heartbreak, depression, bullying, a bip.. more..Writing
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