Coming home from the screams of joy
The party poppers are popped
The ball has dropped
And the lights have dimmed.
Laying down on a white cloud
Until suddenly
Drunken thoughts
Turn to
Dark figures
Flying around this safe spot
You call home.
Joy has left
And regret sets in
Because when you wake tomorrow
You realize everything changes
But somehow remains the same.
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Happy new year everyone. I hope 2016 is everything you want and more.
-Katelyn
YOU ARE READING
10:37 p.m.
PoetryAt 10:37pm I pour my soul onto the ground For no one to see But me. Your thoughts are the most vibrant against a dark sky. This is a collection of shorter poems that pop into my head as the nights progress. They are raw and mostly unedited. Enjoy, K...
