This is really a poetry diary. It won't ever be finished, but isn't that the glory of it?
To keep seeing new poetry about my life, about my thoughts?
I know none of the thoughts are new, but let's intricately weave them in unique ways.
This is really a poetry diary. It won't ever be finished, but isn't that the glory of it?
To keep seeing new poetry about my life, about my thoughts?
I know none of the thoughts are new, but let's intricately weave them in unique ways.