It's been a while since I've
rattled with prose for
poetry is
prose with more
fashion,
style,
finesse
the heart ticks for all but
the veins
they are filled with
lust for different desires
we battle over taste,
over
bread crumbs
soon we will forget who
we once were
but...
first we must forget
who we are today
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
It's been a while since I've
rattled with prose for
poetry is
prose with more
fashion,
style,
finesse
the heart ticks for all but
the veins
they are filled with
lust for different desires
we battle over taste,
over
bread crumbs
soon we will forget who
we once were
but...
first we must forget
who we are today
When we grow we often reflect and reminisce. It's a part of the process. A beautiful thing indeed. As we change we forget who we were. This happens nearly every day. Change occurs when we leave the person we are today, behind.
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