It’s Four in the Morning It’s four in the morning, The end of October. I’m writing you now to Finally say goodbye. I can’t remember the last time You andLectio custodiant
Tag: Poetry
I’m From
Emulated from: Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon I’m from a land of words unsaid and lost connections. On a border between imagination and crushing reality. I’m from aLectio custodiant
And Yet
I saw everything beginning. The misleading evidence. The biased jury. Nothing was in their favor, And yet, They were innocent. I saw true unhappiness for the first time. This manLectio custodiant