my life was a ball
i get what i want
i do what i want
life was a blank page just waiting to be written on
so i splashed as many colors and words on it
filling up the blank pages in my book of life
then the time came when the pages ran out
no more colors and words to throw on the pages
i was devastated
i then went down wondering why i hadn't gone up
then i realized my book of life was untitled
YOU ARE READING
i used to know people
PoesíaPoetry in a light, heartbreaking, yet simple form. reckless, fearless, and all of the above