𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘶𝘴, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥.

original poetry i wrote at fifteen.