I was cursed
for the things that I longed for only
existed in my imagination or in a time
that is long gone.
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
