Fantasy
My fantasies were endless,
Bound to quench the loneliness
That made me restless.
Fantasies that left me yearning,
To go back and change everything,
See if today is any better,
Than the life I have which is bitter.
What future will bring,
If I changed those things.
But fantasies will remain a fantasy.
We can't go back,
Or move faster forward.
April 27, 2020
9:16AM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
