Was it stupid to think
I could actually do
Something right for a change?
And was it foolish to believe
I could be good enough
To make it so far?
Because everything I try to do
Crumples to the ground,
It so quickly falls through;
So its hard to imagine
The way I'm supposed to go
When I just want to reach home,
But I never seem to get any closer
And I just keep walking alone.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
