my mind is sunless, clouded over.
thoughts i can't process right now due to the overcasted shadows of october.
almost like a dream you can't remember, a night that you've yet to forget.
i think it's sad to kill butterflies, how about we commit suicide instead?
too many outcomes, so little time.
i've finally realized that poetry only helps until words can't explain your thoughts.
you're just left with unexplained sentences and short term memory cliches.
eleven has brought much uncertainty and twelve is too far away to reach praise.
i'll just count crows for my remaining days.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
