“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label nobody else was. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nobody else was. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
N.E.W.
Because nobody else was thinking of this now-
Nobody Else Was reading those-
Nobody Else Was paying attention-
Nobody Else Was saving anybody else-
Nobody Else Was trying to be more-
Nobody Else Was looking up anyway-
Nobody Else Was wondering anymore-
Because nobody ever was saying
This.
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