There's too much
Everything,
I'm overflowing
I'm drowning in myself.
There's too many
Memories,
Being discarded
Without goodbye.
There's too few
Times to spare,
And places to keep.
There's an end
To the much and many
Things,
Yet I wait for what will
Never come.
There's too much.
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Poesy and Prose
PoesíaContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
