A collection of moments where rhyming was necessary.
Short, simple poetry;
yet, those who relate - too many.
Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
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This is a picture I drew a while back.
I've had the loneliest moments for years. But I don't blame them for leaving my side, they are no doubt better off. And neither do I blame myself for being immature at the time.
You see, this is all part of life. Their absence was advantageous, for I was given the grand opportunity to live and to grow up on my own.
Furthermore, it gave me the emotional brains to write a couple of poems that became the solid foundation of this book.
A win-win situation, I'd like to thank my ex for giving me the idea of vomiting my poetry on a social platform, instead of writing them on scraps of receipts that end up in the dark depths of a recycle bin.
To my then best friend, who showered me with so much love and affection once, and whom I absolutely took for granted; you are the beating heart of Two Years Late.
Finally, to the readers who relate to the poetry, word for word; my heart goes out to you.
