Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 19
Heard this revelation
repeat inside my head,
nothing really matters
and nothing ever stays.

Always been myself
and always by myself,
always left behind on the shelf
to collect dust while everything
and everybody else feels brand new.
Never was the type to choose,
I was always sitting idle,
procrastinating til' the
moment came and it went.
Wyatt
Written by
Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
395
   Little Bird
Please log in to view and add comments on poems