Hello. I'd be grateful to hear any feedback on my poetry. So please do critisize! Just Kidding. |
He hates me now,
Its way too late...
He hates me now,
Its way too late...
I look outside the window
Rain pouring down...
Sitting in this tiny room,
I hear the echoes of our battles...
Why must i struggle?
Why must i fight...
* i was cleaning out my closet,
and this poem, i found...