Quicker than I could remember,
she left, and I found myself
wondering where she went.
The mornings were too early
as the black letter printed on
sealed exam sheets blurred
into the promises of some future.
She was gone soon after,
chasing the future that seemed
to have already evaporated.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
