This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Shams, he is not it.
I keep trying, Shams
He's a wild horse, this one
No one keeps a wild horse,
not if they want it to be wild
I watch from so far
I've become the hill itself
with grass growing on me
WIld horses come close
but they never touch you
did you think of me i asked morning to night ! i will float on those words for days nothing else is getting in
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