Hi's and Bye's are go betweens. Is language between us really that clean? Words we say, from feelings we sway. Never unearthing the depths in play.
By JAHAN ZABE7 years ago in Poets
These Pockets of mine. They're pockets of time. Filled with joy, soaked in sorrow. Half empty with love, half filled with a shadow.
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