Now I see

July 27, 2015

Now I see hope

And now I see truth

And now I see colors

And now I see you.

But in the morning everything will change

You'll be broken

And you'll be rearranged.

Maybe I should stop believing that you'll turn you're life around

Or maybe I should stop believing that to this you are bound.

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upnorthdavidNov 9, 2018

Love the conflict demonstrated in this poem. Good development.