Two Truths and a Lie
In her short 21 years of life she had never before seen someone try jump off a bridge It wasn’t even a tall bridge over a not so busy road
A String of Polaroid Memories
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Time flies by and things keep changing in her busy world
She is afraid one day she’ll wake up having forgotten all that has passed
These experiences, emotions, both good and bad, she believes will always last
They have shaped her to be who she is today
She wants a way to celebrate her yesterday
So she wrote them into poems to someday piece together the clues
Now that you are here, dear stranger, would you like to journey with her too?
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Disclaimer: Before starting this blog, the last time I dabbled in creative writing was back in middle school.
So, I would love to hear your thoughts, or any feedback.
With Love, N
May 2020