Well, it's the start of a new book, the start of a new life for me now. I thought it would be apt to begin with something rather morbid because in many ways, that's a part of me now. Let's see what this book shall bring. :)
I'm long-winded.
That means I talk a lot
About the same things over and over
And over the same faults
That I cannot erase. I always
Go back to the same problems,
The same rotten memories
That are already pleading me to turn
Them into waste, into scraps of unwanted
Paper that nobody spares a second glance,
A third look, a fourth thought
And a fifth conversation. The dance
Is ending, my life is still moving
But yet I am still going on about
The same hurts, the same scars,
And it needs to stop, it needs to stop getting out.
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Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...
