Born in the wrong era.
I was designed for artistic flare and long out-dates fashion and masses of scribbling inky words.
Born in the wrong era.
I wish I was never here, perhaps invisible would be more fitting.
But not born in this timeline.
Born in the wrong era.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
