My poems shall be housed here, that I shan't clog up the site with individual stories for each one.
Not shattered like china but forgotten and forever lost
Not crushed like a broken heart but slowly ground to dust
Living; a chore? Or living; your allowance?
When time is no longer in front of you, but trailing behind
You spend your days remembering, reminiscing; rewind
The good and the bad and the time's you'd forgot
You'd trade anything for them, live them again and for nought
We all know the end will come, whether we fear it
Or let it sneak up on us without thinking about it
Of times long since past
For the future, coming so fast
Living to live, and loving your life; beauty is everywhere to be seen
Live for what's happening, live in the now, life is not what has been