Months and months go by in an instant, work meetings near Christmas seem pretty recent,
Months and months feel like eternity, is it really Valentines – another example of modernity,
Months and months the guilt and regret sinks like a stone, I can't blame anyone but myself for my days alone,
Months and months I want to change, but how can that be, it doesn't sound normal, not like me at all,
Months and months, it's time to change, so I write these words in a format I know well, so I soon I will be able to tell if I took the leap,
Months and months I hope to see, I change my ways and find peace of mind, no going back, no rewind and no need to escape the rushing tide.
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words kept close and spoken in the dark [POETRY - Completed]
General FictionMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of my best written prose pieces, some inspired by existing fiction, some original. [COMPLETED]