Silent screams can kill a man
There is nothing more useless than a plan
A hurting heart won’t heal itself
Some memories belong on a shelf
We place ourselves inside of time
Not all poems have to rhyme
The prettiest thing you can be is smart
The hardest moment is always the start
The middle is always scary too
And the end is when something begins anew
Nothing is real and everything matters
Moments are stolen, memories gathered
The ticking of clocks is a boldfaced lie
All of time itself is carried in your eyes
Talent disguises itself as fear
There is no better place than here
If you don’t want to do it, you probably should
If you’re told not to do it, that means you could
I could write you a book of what I have learned
But every lesson of mine has been proudly earned
They do not come free, but they are worth every penny
Don’t bother preparing, lesson one is: you’re never ready
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Comments4
So many truths. Clever
Thank you so much!
Wisdom. I enjoyed you!
Thank you very much, I'm so glad you enjoyed!
Wow! Deep! But very clever. I love the last 3 'verses' the most.
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed!
This is so true
Thanks for reading, I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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