Years
January 16, 2018
Last year brought love to my door,
It brought new horizons,
And convictions worth fighting for.
Last year passed through me as vapor,
Each breathe bringing calm,
As I wrote paper after paper.
This year I am headstrong,
The work is paying off,
And it was her that was wrong.
This year plants grow under my palms,
New dreams are born,
As I sip my milkshake at Tom’s.
Next year I will be better,
I will be stronger,
I’ll send my love in a letter.
Next year I will be braver,
I will grab life by the horns.
And I will be my own savor.
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