the thoughts of an insomniac girl as she wants to disappear, dissolve into her dreams, but can't.
when she danced, everyone was there.
what they couldn't see was what really was going on.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
He finally said. 'You're early.'
From a stranger. . .
Another poem written by me.
Sometimes it feels funny how a person who was once just a stranger, suddenly meant the world to you.
Are you sure all she ever was to you was a phone friend?
she was blue.< br/>he saw.< br/>and all she had to do was open her eyes.
An Author, a Poet, and a Dreamer
I am an author, a poet, a dreamer. A lover, and a fighter, and one who reaches for the stars.
" at the end of the day, I lost him, just like he thought he had lost me. "
Oh My God. . .
She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she took.
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