I've
waited for years.
The day is coming.
Hours are my wall.
Digits are my brick.
We'll be together soon.
Perhaps I can be happy afterward.
Perhaps that bears too much weight.
waited for years.
The day is coming.
Hours are my wall.
Digits are my brick.
We'll be together soon.
Perhaps I can be happy afterward.
Perhaps that bears too much weight.
do you like to read poetry too? or just write? i really like mind bogglingly long poems like some of the stuff Shelley writes.