we hold
onto the hope
the comfort
that we
are finite
and that this too
shall eventually
become meaningless
and that all that matters
are the memories
of when
we felt alive
~ in the end
YOU ARE READING
a swallow of words
Poetry-original poetry collection -these are not all the poems i have written as some are too personal and i already have 200+ -feedback is appreciated :) -if my writing can help or reach and mean something to someone i will be over the moon -thank you...
