I want to write about something good, something memorable
But when all I feel is sadness and despair I can't help but wallow in it
Everytime night approaches my mind gets a little darker, a little scarier
My thoughts surround me like a cold wind chilling up my spine and burrowing itself there
My dark thoughts stop me from loving
Or am I just telling myself that because I know deep down no one will truly care for me?
I think time is taken for granted
And life is underappreciated
Sometimes I judge people too hard for loving..
Life is short and filled with unknowns
So how about we love a little harder
Fall a lot deeper
And live wildly
Because there are no second chances
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality
