The same day
The same way
It hurts
It brings pain.
As much as I complain
I'll entertain
to make it spring again
as lightly as rain
and bound in an iron chain
and hopefully remain
plain.
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 1
The same day
The same way
It hurts
It brings pain.
As much as I complain
I'll entertain
to make it spring again
as lightly as rain
and bound in an iron chain
and hopefully remain
plain.
