Usher in a new year
With new beginnings
A fresh start
To not dwell on what was not done
But commemorate what was
A blank canvas rolls outward before you
Your hands quiver at the thought of change
But some things still stay the same
Like lips unkissed on new years day
Or the start of lonely lips
Ears that dread the coming ring of alarms
Bodies that only wake up to late mornings
Or early afternoons
And broken new years resolutions
By the first week of January
I hope to be able to give you that tingly feeling I get when I read poems or prose through my words.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
A New Year
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lighthearted
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