simply lost
in a time better than this one
when tomorrow was the day i would always look forward to
and in those moments
those three hours sped by like nothing
we bid goodnight outside on the street
spirits higher than the stars
as we went our separate ways
waited a week
then came back with happiness
that week was an eternity
those three hours a mere second
but oh
how i miss
tomorrow
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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...
