i refuse to believe
that good luck and bad luck are real
nothing is a matter of chance
nor could it be fate
we live in a messed up world
where in it is all blood, sweat, and tears
no fairy godmothers, no magic wands
just us living on the edge of reality
you only live once, they say
a single chance at every choice, at every opportunity
like it was said, this is reality
and here, magic is nothing but a myth
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poesíashe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
