something inside of me nags and pokes at me
it tells me every day,
a subtle reminder
"you are too young to feel like you are running out of time."
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
