My Hearts a little bit like kkkraakkkzzz

Sometimes I read my own writing and I think

Ugh

I see sweet poetry

On February’s Stationary

And think

How can I write like that?

A feathers sleep

Loves deep

Freedom sings

And I try to love everything

In between

My heart fears the future

And everything it entails

I think if I say I’m not afraid

Enough times

Maybe one day the voice I will believe

Will be mine

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