My name Is Amy, I'm 19 and living in Ireland, I'm into writing short poems been a thing I've been doing for a lil bit
I never thought we would part. I didn't think the day would come. It feels like a nightmare. And I can't stop crying. I see the spot where you lay. And I feel empty inside.
In a fit of rage, unbecoming me. I almost lost it all. Nearly revealing untidy truths. Things, which when hidden, befit us all. Alone in my torture. Wanting to tell everyone.
"hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops-at all- Emily dickinson.
Love is not a thing to understand Love is not a thing to feel Love is not a thing to give and receive Love is a thing only to become And eternally be..