NostalgiaA Poem by j.l. luna
Sitting on top of all the walls you built
The ones you fashioned to keep us all out Was I really wasting away if it was where I wanted to be? You called me your greatest nightmare But I could predict your dreams A lie here, A kiss there I guess I never really knew the difference... I hope you're just as empty, trying to drink from the same waterless canteen. © 2014 j.l. lunaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 10, 2014 Last Updated on November 10, 2014 Authorj.l. lunalos angeles, CAAboutAge 27, eternally a little punk rock kid. I spend most of my time reading, writing, listening to music and learning. Poetry is my specialty but I am lingering in the realm of short story and novel .. more..Writing
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