A poem
So she said, "Let's dream."
A reversible poem about the losses each of us struggles with leaving behind in the new year.
Timelines, deadlines, and everything in between. What does society offer a person who can't conform to either?
by tbanarchy I know I've already done a similar piece (or two!) about this, uh-hum, topic but I figured what the hell and I'd do it again!
Title of Poem: Tiptoe
Just when you think youβve had it all figured out.
Love is such a beautiful escape from loneliness but once it grows weak to realities strikes
Memories become just pain. π
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." Author: Walt Whitman
So she said, "Let's dream."
A reversible poem about the losses each of us struggles with leaving behind in the new year.
Timelines, deadlines, and everything in between. What does society offer a person who can't conform to either?
by tbanarchy I know I've already done a similar piece (or two!) about this, uh-hum, topic but I figured what the hell and I'd do it again!
Title of Poem: Tiptoe
Just when you think youβve had it all figured out.
Love is such a beautiful escape from loneliness but once it grows weak to realities strikes
Memories become just pain. π
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." Author: Walt Whitman