It's at that point now
when the reality of loneliness sets upon me
an aura of solitude dominates me
and i never asked anything from you
i'm far from spoiled
and the necessity of love is not far from expectation
still
just as sane as my eyes lead hundreds to believe
i revert back to a desolate dominion
and you promised me poems
it wasn't a contractual agreement
but more of a requisite responsibility
you promised me poems and gave me excuses
told me poetry was useless
now i sit and wonder
Enjoy the walk down Th3rd Avenue, a derivative to understanding thoughts in our head, translated through opinions, statements and feelings.
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