The future has to change. to get better than the past mistakes admitted
of those hateful words stabbed and pain inflicted by yourself onto me because her death
it's hard yet i know maybe as well as you that fighting each other won't help. nor resourcing to someone else that'll use us. and as we're vulnerable still after these years passed, we must not settle for a life less than what we deserve or willfully want
for each day is a new opportunity. another chance to be happy and enjoy our time that she was robbed of
though the darkness still awaits—peeking in the windows. scratching at our door. wishing to get in. hoping to infect what's left in our hearts and pure innocence
and that is where our rope ends
when you've let the devil in
and your attention begins to turn away from your own blood to a stranger.
-time is of a new day
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
