Nothing Is Ever Good Enough

Dark skies

Lonely nights.

A city full of people.

Yet its not so bright.

I'm so in love

but I'm not.

Maybe just in love with feeling.

In your stomach.

You know,  the knot?

But sometimes thats never enough

Because when you have everything at your palm,

That you need but don't want.

That's when you know it's rough.

Back into my cycle of frights.

All those dark skies

And lonely nights.

Can't seem to make my days bright.

Not even in a city full of people,

Who try to make my days bright.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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