Poems from PaperCities

Hello! I am a sixteen year old who loves to write.
I'll leave you the love I held  for you under our empty bed,  next to the rear-view mirror that once held a picture of our smiles.  I'll...
Ink spots litter my fingers; I see the beauty of words, Words, In jumbled messes, scattered all over what, once, used to be a blank sheet....
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet, If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what...
Tired, lonely, pale, forgotten souls, drifting for none to see.
I watched many leave,  but none like you, who juggled my heart.

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