im full of myself
or so you say
maybe you're right
or it's all wrong
if you want to try
we could live again
but we'll be behind the tide
at least until final moonlight
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
younger
im full of myself
or so you say
maybe you're right
or it's all wrong
if you want to try
we could live again
but we'll be behind the tide
at least until final moonlight
