Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
stylo
18/M
what the guy who made plastic would think today if he saw what we did to our oceans' waves
0
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
I wonder
Today was ok͝a̧̼y͎̮͟ so why do i f͉̲̰e̴̺e̸l̠̱̗̩̜͘ ̭like this i didnt do anything w͕̭̼̱̤͍̣r̜ơ̩n͎̺̠̹̠̤̱g̶ so why w̦̰͓͉̰̺h̯̬̥͓̭y͉̪ ͟d҉̟͖̱o̤ ̷ỳ̘ò̻͍̫͓u̼̪̖̕ ͡w̹̫̣̘̘͟h̖̖͈̥̫̳̲y̱̮̯͚̠ ̖͠d͏͈͚͓̥̙͈o͇ ̧̟ị̯̰̬ ̨̤̣̬ͅw͍͓h̩̝̭͙a̟̼͖̹̫̰t̵͇̫͔̻͚ ̳i̘s͏̖͎ͅ ̮̱͕̩ẃ̪̬̪r̴̠̠̯͈o͜n̦̖̰̩̫g̗̘̫͍̩̗̼̕ ̧̦͕̳͚͚̤ͅw̦̜̠͉͘i̭̜͘t̟h̞͎ ̳̣m̢̗̞̩͙̤͚e̯̕ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖́̕ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ I̵͏̻̘͔̭͖͈͎̝̮̹̠͙̮̟͔̯̞̀̕ͅ ̶̡̛͕͇̪̦̞͔͉̭̝̭̪͇̜̯a̡̖͖͎̤̺̼̥̯͎̺̱͈͟͡m̷̶̧͍̥̳͙͇̩͇̳̪̘͉̞̯͇̱͕̲̕ͅͅ ̕҉̧̙̳͙͍͓̯͉̠̦s̝̬͙͈͔̪͕͚͎͚̥̯͔̳͓̣̟̩̦͘͢ì̸̭͚̰͖͉͎̙͞ͅͅǹ̴̮̺͈̘͚̪̻̞̣͕̪̥͓̱͓͟k̸̵̤̣̪̯̞͢͟͝i̢̬͚̭̺͚̯͕͕̮͖͘͘͟ņ̸͍͎̬̮͖̦̺̖̺̣̼͈̼̀͜͝g̢̢̘̗̗̖̭̟͚̭͓̮͔
0
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
c̟̞̮o͕̼̞̪ͅr̬̣̖̣̕ŗ͔̝̻̼u̪͎p̦͚͎̘͘t̷̜̖
Today was ok͝a̧̼y͎̮͟ so why do i f͉̲̰e̴̺e̸l̠̱̗̩̜͘ ̭like this i didnt do anything w͕̭̼̱̤͍̣r̜ơ̩n͎̺̠̹̠̤̱g̶ so why w̦̰͓͉̰̺h̯̬̥͓̭y͉̪ ͟d҉̟͖̱o̤ ̷ỳ̘ò̻͍̫͓u̼̪̖̕ ͡w̹̫̣̘̘͟h̖̖͈̥̫̳̲y̱̮̯͚̠ ̖͠d͏͈͚͓̥̙͈o͇ ̧̟ị̯̰̬ ̨̤̣̬ͅw͍͓h̩̝̭͙a̟̼͖̹̫̰t̵͇̫͔̻͚ ̳i̘s͏̖͎ͅ ̮̱͕̩ẃ̪̬̪r̴̠̠̯͈o͜n̦̖̰̩̫g̗̘̫͍̩̗̼̕ ̧̦͕̳͚͚̤ͅw̦̜̠͉͘i̭̜͘t̟h̞͎ ̳̣m̢̗̞̩͙̤͚e̯̕ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ.̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖́̕ .̸͖̦̼̤̝͖̣͓͝.͝҉͚͔̙̝̦̫̳͇̟̗̳̻̫͕̖.̸̗̳̯̻̻͉̣̩̕͢͜.̖̤̭͚͚̗͖̯͍̀͞.͏̙̥̳̮̻̝̱͍̻ͅ.̡͈̞̯̰̙̮͇͎́͜͝.͝͏͇̯̟̺̮̠ͅ.̷̛̪͎͔̤̥͇̻̪̖̦̥̩̖́͡.̶҉̨̻͚̮̗̰̪̱̫̼͈̦.̷̡̦̗͖̬͍͚͎͍̬̭͙̮͍͍͇̗̺͢͞ͅͅ.͉͈̺̠̬̳̳͔̞̱̖̩̭́̕.̬̤̤̘͍̪̰̖̞̯̦̥̝̭̤́͞͝͝ͅ.͠͝͏̨̩̟̘̦̣̟̻̯̪͚̹̘̳.͜͏͎͖̗̙̭̰̰̻͓̪̝̹̖̦͓̹.̛̯̮̫̫͙̳̞̝̝͔̝͙̯̪̜͓͢ͅ.̧҉̧̛͍͎͙̟̺̩̠̪͉̥͕͙̱͎̩̱͘.͓̮̫͇̜̮̬̼̟̜͔͘͜.͖͔̭̕͢͝͠͠ͅ I̵͏̻̘͔̭͖͈͎̝̮̹̠͙̮̟͔̯̞̀̕ͅ ̶̡̛͕͇̪̦̞͔͉̭̝̭̪͇̜̯a̡̖͖͎̤̺̼̥̯͎̺̱͈͟͡m̷̶̧͍̥̳͙͇̩͇̳̪̘͉̞̯͇̱͕̲̕ͅͅ ̕҉̧̙̳͙͍͓̯͉̠̦s̝̬͙͈͔̪͕͚͎͚̥̯͔̳͓̣̟̩̦͘͢ì̸̭͚̰͖͉͎̙͞ͅͅǹ̴̮̺͈̘͚̪̻̞̣͕̪̥͓̱͓͟k̸̵̤̣̪̯̞͢͟͝i̢̬͚̭̺͚̯͕͕̮͖͘͘͟ņ̸͍͎̬̮͖̦̺̖̺̣̼͈̼̀͜͝g̢̢̘̗̗̖̭̟͚̭͓̮͔
Continue reading...
11
We have very little time on Earth to write. Keep it brief.
0
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Keep it brief
I will never feel the warmth again, The way I felt it last year. You're unsympathetic and vile. You poison me like no one else. you force your ash down my throat. The dry remains of something burned. I taste ruin. It's gritty and distasteful but you won't let me wash it down. There's only one solution. You know it as well as I do. I'll take to the blade and drive it into my own neck. Life explodes from the wound. I hear a deep, dark pounding in my ears. The ash escapes along red roads. It is done.
0
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
To The Blade
Thread breaks the seams as it dances along your fingertips and into the fabric it takes form in art, not traditional or too abstract. A modest and humble artform that you can call your own, as it pairs with your gentle demeanor against the harsh red light of the city. Yes, the soft-spoken words of a tailor. The velvet, cotton, suede. Floral patterns to lull me into a soft daydream. An escape from the **** and the **** of a city, where beauty is lost or forgotten or crushed beneath the boot of the next abrasive king. You remind me of a time gone by. A rose-tinted past where I did nothing wrong. I yearn to learn more of the tailor who gives me hope in the place I lost mine. A thousand voices stir and I wonder. When again will I see you?
0
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
Warren