Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2019
I want to sit at the edge of the world
with my legs hanging
and wonder how my life could have been
If I have lived that other life so far away from here

It might just probably be the same cycle unfolding,
The same old dusty vices, same me eating my own tail

And I pretend that is my consolation
to think everything could have been the same.
Written by
Viancy  28/F/Vancouver
(28/F/Vancouver)   
  910
       ---, Nigdaw, ---, Sophie, Lemongrab and 15 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems