60 now.
140 left.
Why does it scare me
When I've barely reached
That reasonably unreasonable limit?
I hate
Limitations.
I am so afraid of change
That I see it miles off,
And I am already scared
For the sake of future me...
She'll have to start
A second book.
Sure it's the same,
But it's not!
It won't be!
Oh future me,
I'm so so sorry.
It's just a file
On a cell phone and laptop,
But it's yours,
And it's one,
And I know it will hurt
When you finally
Start a new story.
Good luck, future me.
For now, I'll hold fast
To what we have right now.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
