Too late to try.
Too soon to fly.
Fight, fright, flight.
Stuck and free.
Just a few steps in front of me.
Still I'm alone.
Facing fear with all my might.
Fight, fright, flight.
It's
too late to try.
...
God damn, writing poems within this theme is getting harder.
I'm sorry it took me so long, not sure if I'm going to be able to write something new very soon.
I hope you like this one though! :)
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Pencil Twist
PoesiePoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
