I’ve been thinking a lot lately
the what ifs that bug me,
a constant burden
asking me for answers.
I sit alone
letting my thoughts drift by
and she always returns
quiet memory.
I wish I knew happiness
a consistent feeling
rather than the unraveling
always knocking on my door.
In being reflective
I cannot ascertain
whether its a good thing
or bad judgment on my part.
In being reflective
I’ve chosen only motive.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
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| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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