What beats me is how you know what you've done is wrong
You've even felt it when she wrongs you in the slightest of ways
AND STILL
You don't have the audacity to apologize
I wonder how people move on, have closure without any real sense of finalities.
I'm beginning to notice a reoccurring theme in my life: loose strings always left undone.
Such is life - made up of loose strings.
We come into this world and then we go - just like that - in the blink of the eye.
People are the embodiment of every human experience of Life.
All sewn together into one treacherous face.
--- Ink and Wander
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Musings - 9th - pondering through poetry
PoetryNot quite where I hoped to be, as yet. This is my 9th poetry collection. Poetry collections (the written in this order): 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar And the current one 9)...
