For so long,
one of these days,
I let my heart flutter too simply,
which made me look a thousands ways.
Hopeless days,
Sleepless nights,
Daily fights.
Not once,
not twice,
but thrice,
I guess I'll pay the price.
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 19: Desperado
For so long,
one of these days,
I let my heart flutter too simply,
which made me look a thousands ways.
Hopeless days,
Sleepless nights,
Daily fights.
Not once,
not twice,
but thrice,
I guess I'll pay the price.