The clock strikes 12
And it's a new slate
With new problems
And more chances to do wrong.
The last 365 days
Are a thing of the past.
Don't look back.
So here's to another year
Of heart ache, procrastination,
Regret, and insanity.
Put your cups up
And wish each other good luck
Cause we sure as hell need it.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems
PoetryWell these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
