I fear that all my poems Have begun to sound similar.
Tag: poetry
Walking back to me
What's the point? When you're not even the one who's walking back to me.
Sometimes I wonder
Just another girl, In a crowd of those Who didn't wonder sometimes.
You asked me to stay silent.
Remember when I came to you?... You asked me to stay silent.
Do you dream?
Do you dream? Do you dream at all?