Good things come
Good things go
A ripple on water
That ebbs and flows
We cannot control
The ups or downs
Anymore than we can
When someone drowns
We cannot pick
The time or place
We cannot choose
To begin the race
When the clock starts
We are stuck in
This tiring cycle
That never ends
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
