they wait
thrift stores, uncovered
closed shops, undiscoveredbut yet, they wait
all these words left unsaid
surely, it can't be all that greatto wait
covered lives in torn-up sketchbooks
hiding far away in love's hidden nookssmall lies
they say, 'it can't be that bad'
but it's really making me sadto see how
lives are fading
unknown trading of soulsand unspoken words
taking placefor patience is great
but lives are going to waste
and it's truly not okay
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Nighttime Mist [Poetry]
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and the sequel to Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]. It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. I hope you like it! :)