I think of times where
I sit down and
Read a book about my favorite hero,
My favorite villains,
And everything in between
I laugh, I sob
You would have loved
To see it now
Even still, I think of you
That same day when
You were out of town
You said you'd be back
Where've you been?
All these years
Of waiting,
And waiting-
But, wait,
You'll be back another day, I tell myself
Your spirit lives on in my heart
And forever I shall cherish
What I have never cherished before
Perhaps if I wait longer,
I'll find you
Here at my doorstep, peeping
Through
And asking me to come home
But by then, it will be too late
My body will have decomposed
Your memory would be long gone
And I'm dead by daylight
Because in life,
That is the prize at the end
Of the line.
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Nostalgia Feeling
PoetryA collection of poems that delve into how we feel as human beings and why or how it makes us human. Whether this is through the emotions we feel, the events we experience, or everything in between. This poetry album is a great representation of me a...
