Staring out into half empty spaces
Squaring breaths and counting paces
Bubbles rise; swell to burst
Circles turn within themselves
Backpedaling
Treading muddy spirals
Slashes of rain shredding sorrowful mires
Do not worry about the empty spaces
They will always be half full
A tear sparkles
Slipping from a damp corner
Knowledge has been gained from memory;
The recollection is over
YOU ARE READING
100 Peices of Me
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
