FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY
POEM 4
𝘼 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚.
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚
𝙄𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨
𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨
𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙚𝙨
𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚
𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚
𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙
𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙖𝙠
𝙃𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝
𝙏𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙢
✍️𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙮 𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙠𝙬𝙪
