Some people believe we have set amounts of good and bad things that will happen in our life. That every bad days are numbered as much as the good. How much hurt exactly do we have to endure, how much sadness, how many sleepless nights, until we can finally be able to say only good things await us now. Will the good days ever come?
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Words We Cannot Say
PoetryWords We Cannot Say is a collection of short poems I wrote about life, love, grief, cynicism, family, faith & friendship. These words are born from personal experiences & my observation of others. One of my favorite thing about poetry is we can make...
