I Write Poetry A problem invades my space. I valued this loneliness. I'm confused, I don't know how to feel. Do I deserve to be angry? It feels like I'm holding back tears. A moment ago you were mine. It doesn't sit well with me, it doesn't feel right. It's like...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
