The Last poem I posted was of May 2013, four years ago.
Four years ago.
How long?
How much?
I'm certain I have more then what's wrote down, endless thoughtless thought.
Another trash dump for broken Idea's

Nothing really change's, or that's the cliche everyone is looking for. Isn't it?
Don't deny that all of our guilty pleasure's on rainy days, countless of 'hipster' playlists to keep us occupied with a simple small cliche poem at our fingertips. See what I did there?

Everything change's, me and you. Me and the cliche's