Feelings not my own
trudging through my broken heart;
still can’t believe that
you’re not who I thought you were:
that person doesn’t exist.
1/21/24
(untitled)
A little place to share my poetry with the world.
A little place to share my poetry with the world.
Feelings not my own
trudging through my broken heart;
still can’t believe that
you’re not who I thought you were:
that person doesn’t exist.
1/21/24
Karen McCaskey 