Living life, creating memories,
Each one is new, nothing like the last one,
Butterflies in my stomach, feels like a dream,
Learning to have faith, all these years around the sun.
Shed a few tears, not like oceans before,
This different emotion, it hits me every time,
Scared out of my mind, having one foot out the door;
It always happens, three years in, like it's a climb.
When thing get good, like fairytale good,
A fog starts to roll in, too thick to see,
It is crazy to think, why it would?
Words get thrown like knifes, words that hurt me.
Deep to my core, I have heard these spoken before,
They all sound the same, but different thinking they'd be coming from you?
How dare you make me write this; emotions I pour,
Now I lay here wide awake, could this be too good to be true?
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The Girl That Wanders
PoetryThis is the second book to the trilogy, delving into the realm of the present moment. It beautifully captures the essence of today's hopes, thoughts, and dreams, showcasing both the bright and dark facets of life. Unlike its predecessor, "The Girl W...
