I often sit and random little thoughts pop into my head, and somehow I manage to make sense of them - this poem is one such pondering...
Question
So many times I've stumbled and fallen through my days,
having to hide my thoughts,
to cast them away.
The thought of you tears at me,
my heart always aches,
only to remember we are strangers,
longing turns to self hate.
I want to cry, I want to smile,
to believe there was a reason,
for my thoughts of you,
to change with the season's.
- KaylenePettit2016
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