A very short poem thought about and written one coffee break about a forgotten past.
A poem originally written for somebody who would constantly helps me realize how lucky I am to be alive.
A young boy's summer is just about to start but it seems like everything is different this time around.
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koyaai
August 3, 2015 - 16:21 Ever had that moment while drinking coffee when everything just zips right past you. You don't really have a lot of time to think everything over but for some reason, it all makes sense. It's like my own room. It's messy and unorganized to the normal individual but for me, everything is where it ought to be. I guess that's what I felt when writing that poem. Maybe my state of mind. lol