It would've been something
But you break the pot
Ripped the page
Close the curtain
You're not the only one dreaming
I used to be in my head every night
Thinking about my hopeless fate
In the palm of your freezing hands
Now I drive through your street
Passing through all of our places
Could just stare at the spot
Thinking how things could've been different
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I Read Something Along The Way (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryCollection of short poems about a gay characters struggling inside the complicated feelings of love, heartbreak and revelation. Written in short lines and 11 chapters, this collection reveals the uncertainty of life that comes within love and sexual...
