Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
As time went by and we both grew more old Shorter conversations as you grew more cold So I withdrew and that’s when I started to see That what I once most wanted didn’t want me