The memories are stored
In the library of lies
Don't you get lost.
The future written
In a maze of moans
Silent, don't utter a sound.
Only the present,
yelled in a field
Call out to it too.
YOU ARE READING
poetry of a pitiful 'poet'
PoesiaA collection of poems i've written while being partially asleep and/or on the bus to school. Eng/Ger
Carpe Diem
The memories are stored
In the library of lies
Don't you get lost.
The future written
In a maze of moans
Silent, don't utter a sound.
Only the present,
yelled in a field
Call out to it too.
