I filled my book with people I love
Adoring each chapter and stage
You were the one that stood above
I folded the corner of your page
You're the favorite part of my story
Were words I truly meant
But soon I started to worry
You wouldn't make it to the end
After you left, I kept on writing
The book I now will never share
Has characters that are exciting
But never will compare
YOU ARE READING
my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
