Maybe if I could focus on enough
on anything but my past
and the future,
I would be happier
And no, it is not the bad things
nor the dreading, that I mull over in my mind
But the joy in the past
and the longing for what is to come
Maybe if I could focus enough
on anything but the moments that I long for,
I would live in the moments as they are made
And I could be happier
But right now this life is so dull
I can feel my world becoming blue
and all I ever thing about is you
because this reality is too bleak for my sanity
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Poetry and All Things Alike
Poetrypoetry, short stories and a collection of everything else. these are the ongoing thoughts that run through my brain day by day, and a measure of life and what I know of it. everything on here is original work by me.
