Rewarding, it may be
To make it this far – to not flee
Regrets I'd made – applaud, betrayed
The world had changed – none had conveyed
Yet, I'd survived – this burning rust
I carved it out – we discussed
The person I am – stale, yet new
Had opened its eyes – enjoyed the view
YOU ARE READING
We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
