Sometime
I'd like to take the time
to write real poetry
instead of these snippets of sentences
I pretend are some sort of art.
Tonight will be different.
How does one actually change?
Look at something
know it's wrong
and consciously work on changing?
How does one choose what to become
who to be
and turn into that?
I always wonder
about when people say
they want to change their heart
about something.
"Really?" I want to say.
"Really? How do you do that?
Because I've tried before."
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"Second chances, they don't ever matter, people never change."
I happened upon your blog randomly and started reading your poetry...it's very thought-provoking.
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