Category: Poetry
Memories
I miss the memories of the poet I was, I miss the memories of the dreamer I was. Lost in drunken stupor, I miss the memories of the person I was.
Lonely Walk
Walking alone hands in the pocket, Shining lights lined across the street, Staring around with Cold eyes Invisible among strangers Straying thoughts Lost Opputunties Abandoned hopes Unsaid words Oh I am dying a thousand deaths every waking hour.
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