Old Room
I look at my aging walls
And see the hopes that I let crawl away
I look at my worn floor
And see places I’ve not planned to go, and
Sights I’ve not planned to see
I look out my dusty windows
And see the people who will never appear
Because they were never here
I look at the mirrored ceiling and
Watch some girl stare at me with sad eyes
… She won’t tell me why…
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
