What could’ve been
Would never apply to us
You’d have to be a different person

I cannot lose what fills
   my heart more than blood
   my lungs more than air
   myself more than me

im not wanted here anyway.

I live in my own words
A different imagination
In Vistas, Discoveries, and Memories
The latter lives in my heart and my dreams
They are part of what was and what is
As well as what is around the corner
You don't miss what you never had but when you find it-
What a treasure
Be carefully taught to understand, accept, and not hate
It there any chance of this happening before its too late?

C@rainbowchaser2023

Is I,
The rest are opinions.
27/5/2023

Sometimes I can really bring it
Other times
Tapped
And then
I try to write a poem about that
All the wack and wonderful
To be drawn about
And here I sit
Tapped out
Inspiration hardly ever comes
When it’s begged for
So I sit here
Feeling like Eeyore