He can't be but a master of his craft
As he travels down
His uncertain path
He will never be
What you expect
As he barely holds
His life in tact
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
