Poems from 4kelsea
Floor 89.
I think I'm dying,
Could it be that I have forgotten how to breathe?
In and out with every breath my lungs repeat
That...
You don't love me anymore you said.
When did this realization occur?
Off at camp with every letter I sent?
Not in vain like you think,...
I entered the monsoon in a tanktop, a pair of jeans and flip flops. I returned unveiled and coated with a fresh gloss of warm tears, where...
Don't tell me I am beautiful,
Tell me I am too skinny,
when in my head I feel too fat,
Call me an ugly, unproportionate, piece of crap,...
They say it's easy to fall in love with your best friend,
Honestly they don't have a clue.
I long for just the touch of your fingers...