I cry for my choices, I cry for my regrets, I cry for the person I could have been, I cry for I cannot forgive myself.
The beginning is always today. photo not mine, i merely edited it. credit goes to its rightful owner.
The crescent moon– never revealing her all, just like i am.
Cold lonely night– I see a star that shines bright. I can’t reach out x, m -and then i just realized how to make a “proper” haiku
I stare at the leaves. The ground is beckoning them. The leaves fall, then I. x, m my attempt to make a haiku!
I have seen the break of dawn, and the sunrise. I have yet to see the morning.
Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot my favorite poem