On the hammock,
Smoking my last cigarette,
Looking up to the sky,
There are no stars left to fetch.
In this quiet night,
My heart is still,
My mind stops racing,
The sand below me shifts
When it touches the soles of my feet.
I need a drink,
And perhaps a hundred more days of solitude.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
