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 crescent moon– never revealing her all, just like i am.
Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot my favorite poem
Benthic Zone She once wanted the stars But now, she hardly knows where to start. She could barely reach the lowest cloud from the ground. Deeper than the Marianas is where she dwells, In the deepest depths, she was damned. here is my attempt to write something! helpful critics are greatly appreciated.
would you buy this if ever this goes on sale? HEEELP. i need your opinion guise. i’m starting this bag thing soon. an excerpt from Allen Ginsberg’s poem entitle Howl