Every time I try to be honest
All the things I planned come to an end
With a single line of luck in one hand
No one knows what strikes me inside
Poems reflect who I am
But most of the time it shows who I wish I was
The only means where I am true
Tends to cover up the reality I dwell in
Broken lines,
rhyming words,
stories shared,
LIFE uncovered
Endless means,
Limited space
Dreams and thoughts all collide.
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Yakap!
I’m Joy and welcome to my little digital corner. Let me share with you some of the wonders that come to my life, plus the creatively altered views of daily encounters that I try to put into my stories, poems, and other works here.
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