Saying yes is always, in some
Ways, saying no, but in most cases, we
Only see the worlds we choose to
See, and the unknown wraps itself in
Thin air, and vanishes into crevices between
The spines of books and the pale, white
Peeling walls of your
Grandparent’s attic, and it doesn’t
Manifest in choices, but instead, creeps into
Your day-dreams and forever remains an
Urging, incessant, what if.
Great poem! It sets a unique mood along with the picture
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I really liked this poem! The picture is very cool and gives me this feel
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Thank you!
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Oh man this one is really good, because the what ifs really are frustrating and can tear you apart if you let them.
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