In 5 years I'll look back twice,
once for the feelings and secondly for the memories.
Once for myself and secondly
for you.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
f i f t e e n
In 5 years I'll look back twice,
once for the feelings and secondly for the memories.
Once for myself and secondly
for you.
