4 oclock
I look out my window, wishing everything was the same.
But I know there's no escaping the tragedy of this.
As fine goes on the realization sets in that everything we have come to know is all but imaginary.
Every story written, every truth that is left untold, we live to die. That's how everything is set.
Where are you
Where are you to tell me that everything will be fine. Because it's not. I write a poem for you but it stays locked in a box by my night stand.
Buried deep within me.
Just like everything else...
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Perspective Through Poetry
PoetryPerspective through poetry... a poetry book based on my perspective of topics that generally occur throughout your life whether it may be a story of betrayal, loss, realization, heart break, etc. This book will be a complication of poems written b...
