"It's about being in love with someone but u don't wanna wake up from the dream cuz the reality is ur not gonna work out so the person is the blue dream
If you know it's not gonna work it's a dead end
That's basically death
No cuz that's not love that's attachment
Love is knowing when to back up
I think there's no harm in trying but the minute u realize it's not gonna work it should be dead
I think I feel the same way about u"
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PuisiThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
