I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
it seems i have somehow lost my flair for poetry in the midst of college
the words bubble up and then fly away before i can write them down
i really do wish they would come back
after all, i’m having to hold in everything
I don't know what is wrong with this world to make a young girl think that her body, when looking in the mirror, is ugly because her tummy is full of food. Oh.
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