Until we find our purposes
Our names are just nonsense
Our words are just letters
Our letters are just shapes
Our futures are just wishes
Our stories are faded memories
And our fates are lost to us
As the stars collide and burn
In an infinite universe
Of endless time
I have no idea what I'm writing, I'm sorry. (It's 11 pm here, please forgive my nonsensical rambling that passes for poor poetry)
Love you all anyway!!! :) Keep smiling, you look lovely when you do. <3
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
