Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem about an unfounded suspicion that you’ve had at some point. Something that you couldn’t prove but you knew in your gut was true. Do you ever get to find out if these suspicions are actually true? Or do have to go on unsure but still suspicious? Did you ever share those suspicions or do you keep them to yourself? If you did, did the person you shared them with believe you?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades