This leather couch that I'm writing on,
It's firm on my back whilst we wait for dawn.
Here I've spent a restless, teary night.
Deciding, in the end, fate not to fight.
On this black leather couch I have decided
Whatever happens will happen; at least I tried-ed.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
