As I wept tears burdened by new understandings,
Smoothened the knots into a stress free ride,
Looked away from stars to focus on the ground beneath,
Gave up on sweet smell of flowers to sweat over bigger goals,
As all that mattered was to be successful,
Poetry left me.
2 comments:
i know what u mean.im making a few last ditch efforts to retain that old friend of mine who if nothing else provided catharsis when i most needed it.
Its getting difficult to hold on
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