As I lay awake in bed,
I think of the past and ahead,
Of all the things that could have been,
All the words that I kept within.
I think of the people who surround me,
Those who don't know what they want to be.
And as I fall asleep in bed,
With a million thoughts in my head,
About the futures that never unfold,
People's stories that remain untold.
I dream of many liabilities,
Which come with hopeful possibilities.
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Lying in bed on a Tuesday afternoon does wonders for contemplation, I guess. I was looking at the gold balloons (shaped like stars) that were in my bedroom (left over from my birthday).
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
