Apr 2018
I wish.
More than anything,
I wish.
Because no matter
how hard I work,
how long I love,
how truly I write,
it's not enough.
Because the poet doesn't get a
happily ever after.
We get a tortured existence,
a few words to say about it,
and an end.
More than anything,
I wish.
Because no matter
how hard I work,
how long I love,
how truly I write,
it's not enough.
Because the poet doesn't get a
happily ever after.
We get a tortured existence,
a few words to say about it,
and an end.
Dramatic, isn't it?
But it's alright because it's how I felt at the time.
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But it's alright because it's how I felt at the time.
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(18/F/neverland)
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