Nearly five months now, I've worked this way, And it's finally taken it's toll. My heart was open. My soul is bared. And now my mind is bare.
A full year was beyond me, But I'm satisfied with what I've done.
142/End It's genuinely difficult for me to create poetry I can be proud of now, I think a full year was too much of an undertaking, but I'm glad of what I've done, and I don't intend to stop writing