Waiting.
Here’s a cool poem I read. Though it sounds very cynical and jaded, it somehow rings true. It really really struck me. Was chuckling to myself in a sardonic kinda way. Poet’s a genius.
Just something I came across in a book. Its sweet, very sweet. Haha.
You told me I’d do ok.
Another poem. This one about love. It’s sweet and short. Or short and sweet as most people would rather call it. (Imma maverick!)
Freakish.
This poem talks about how maybe we should consider living everyday as if it were our last. So if it (life/love/whatever) suddenly ends.. We’d have no regrets whatsoever. Because we’d have already done what we wanted to do. Cool eh. (p.s. this was the poem i was talking about in my last post!)
