Ending Words

I like to make poems out of the first or last lines of existing poems, this one seems interesting: Odds Even Hand Leaving Can’t Place Forget Erase You You Original: Everything is at odds and nothing is even, you grab me by the hand to let me know you’re leaving. Well I’m sorry but I […]

Years

Everything is at odds and nothing is even, you grab me by the hand to let me know you’re leaving. Well I’m sorry but I just can’t. I… feel way too tied to this place. I wish I could just forget, be able to erase… Years I spent with you… Years I spent with you…