Looking at the calendar the count-down begins,
another writer pushing their story to the end.
You circle the date with a smile, and begin the long wait.
You eagerly await, marking off each day.
Nights before you pump yourself up,
and before you know it the day's gone.
And it's night again.
And the day you look so forward to has come to it's bitter end.
Do you ever feel like maybe you just want to enjoy the moment instead of wishing it was a different day? Are we really so eager to wish out lives away?
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
