usA Poem by theshygirla poem.It’s something you can’t see. It's Something you feel. It’s something that you can’t explain. It's Something you can only listen to. “But how can it be gone? “She asked. Maybe you were looking for roses. But felt the thorn. You were looking for clouds. When all you heard was the storm. -Us © 2017 theshygirlAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortheshygirlAboutjust a girl who likes to express her self and her ideas about the world in poetry ;) more..Writing
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