Original Poetry
harsh
stunning
relentless
cunning
thirsty
unforgiving
melancholy
just another
brick in the wall;
reality check
I’ll always hope for dreams to merge with reality. Until then, I’ll paint my brick wall the best I can. Good poem, I liked the staccato feel.
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February 12th, 2012 at 4:07 am
I’ll always hope for dreams to merge with reality. Until then, I’ll paint my brick wall the best I can. Good poem, I liked the staccato feel.