Poetry

Daily Poem – [142/365]

I Was 20 by Kori | Written 6/6/17

Nights were regretted.
I had no purpose.
Now I wish every morning was Saturday,
to lay around and do nothing.

A joint would be nice,
until my heart beats fast,
and past pains surfaces.


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