Music Makes

Everybody makes mistakes. Some, don't ever learn from them.

This is a place for poems

love fool

Can I live here?

Dawning socks now. Hair combed with a meticulous part. Mourning for yesterday while yearning for tomorrow. Forgetting now. It’s been a while. Like a child needing the ending. Like a marathon run without training. Little regard for the rest. Anger through petrification. Simple pleasures neglected. Evidence cast aside. Smiling ear to ear.

Can I live here?