blimey, blimey
i blame the tiny
little part of me
shouting to be free
rejecting all the possibility
even when i know it's not to be
dropping, dropping
my heart drops from the thumping
gets me crouching down, seeking
after
all
it's
just
a
glimpse.
-gc
[the pursuit of happiness]
written on august 3rd, 2017
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august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
