scratch from a gel pen against dollar store paper
gentle
smooth
calming
only ten minutes left
before i must leave this dream world
this world of laughter and tears and heart
this world of stories told and hugs passed about
of late nights and wishing the night would never be over
i must leave
go back to the world of the present
and force myself to get out of the past
as much as i wish i could never leave this dreamland
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
