It's all fake, the claims of love Marriages made by the purest doves
This is me. I am the sunshine. (Short poem, I suggest reading slowly)
We can't take it all with us when we go, so what will you be left with?
The paths not taken, they live inside me...and I can't bear to face them no more.
This is kind of like a sequel to a poem a wrote a while back called "Fine." You can find that one on here as well but I hope you enjoy this! I had the idea a bit ago but forgot to finish it until toda...
The universe “had” become known to not know itself for what truly isn’t made up of one’s very (self-recognition) to begin with. As with time and patience, is when one will afford their own appearance ...
About not faking happy for yourself or for someone else.
It's all fake, the claims of love Marriages made by the purest doves
This is me. I am the sunshine. (Short poem, I suggest reading slowly)
We can't take it all with us when we go, so what will you be left with?
The paths not taken, they live inside me...and I can't bear to face them no more.
This is kind of like a sequel to a poem a wrote a while back called "Fine." You can find that one on here as well but I hope you enjoy this! I had the idea a bit ago but forgot to finish it until toda...
The universe “had” become known to not know itself for what truly isn’t made up of one’s very (self-recognition) to begin with. As with time and patience, is when one will afford their own appearance ...
About not faking happy for yourself or for someone else.