Did I miss something
Were those awkward moments misled
Old text
Dust woven
In the cracks of the old shelves that support the new shelves
Poetry of some young poet


I’m glad you’re happy
In some line of some poem
You got me
In some old book shelve
Thoughts of another year
Long ago when writing was an escape now money thrives and sun raises rise


She makes you happy.

So do you ever find your self reading me


How many times I should have, but didn’t
Author: anonymous
What about those promises we made to our selves
To love
To live

Yet…to write more poems

 
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