Homesick

I wish there was a boy to write poetry about me

I wish I were a boy to write poetry about

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Right now is the sweet beginning It hasn’t come in yet It’s all descriptions of light, land, branches, I’m oblivious to posture,...

From the start, they urged me to see, "To believe is to know. Perception is truth." But then they silenced my curiosity, "Hiding is...

i have the overwhelming urge to move away, but the problem is that i don’t know where to, and i don’t know where from i can’t move by...