I can't blame anyone for my mistakes, neither can I blame anyone for the good friends I've lost. It won't change the fact that no one will believe me when I say it was all out of good cause. Every now and then I reminisce on my mistakes and flaws.
I know two wrongs don't make a right. Same with math negative+negative usually amounts to a negative but negative×negative=positive so here I am wondering why my negative multiples haven't equaled to a positive. These are the laws of math. If not then all my work belongs in the trash together with the box of my beloved stash.
I don't know if this even makes sense, it did in the morning when I took a shower. I'm still vexed I don't sleep during night hours. I'm way past having romantic dreams like a picnic surrounded by beautiful flowers.
Wish I could stop making the assumption that my heart and mind would work in one function. Its obvious am suffering from detrimental dysfunction. Doctors still can't explain why I haven't recovered from the concussion. Yup you guessed it...all my mind reeks of is distraction.
I've been hit hard its made me feel pathetic. Sometimes I ask myself "Is what I write silly or poetic?" My head's been pounding hard so I just told the doctors to please put me on morphine and high levels of your best anesthetic.
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♦️Joúe's book of Thoughts♦️
PoetryInspired by a variety of factors that played a huge part in my life,I began to write without even realising what I had. What you will read in here is either from songs,photos, people or curtain circumstances that had an effect on me.😯 Each and eve...
