"There's plenty more fish in the sea."
But none are in my pond
"Theres joy on the horizon."
But my horizon is running from me.
"There's more chapters to this book."
But I'm out of paper to write on.
"There's light at the end of the tunnel."
But mines flickering out.
"Just cheer up."
But I don't know how.
They always say, "just get over him."
But, my dear, you are a mountain and I am a mouse.
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryBook of poetry. I don't expect you to understand it, but please don't laugh. I don't write poetry usually, but I really need to.
