Empty Space
A fulfillment not yet satisfied
A place not yet called home
No one but I'm not terrified
I'm humble on being alone
Face to face with just me
Open heart to an empty hand
Broken by the woman I see
How could anyone stay to stand
Close reflection of myself
Questioning what has appeared
Just me and no one else
So why should I be here
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AaliyahLove
I'm a 5'4'' multi-racial woman who loves to explore. Writing has always been my passion and go to since I was 2 years old. I have been writing for years, whether it be poetry, music, and/or journalism. I am different in a way where life is taken slow by me. No rush to anything, just wanting to keep creating and put my voice out there to be heard. Please feel free to contact me, chat any time, and share your creativity, ideas and other materials.
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