Poems

Catastrophic

The blurry days aren’t over

The storms and sunshines are all a mix of hue I can’t decipher

What is it worth staying for?

Maybe were destined to be that certain SOMEONE in our lifetime

Or maybe the fate that we’d been given

Is for us to shape

And it is in accepting that glory days won’t be over or it will never come.

 

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