Poems from taylorcharris

When is too late for a fresh start? Has my new beginning expired Like the milk carton forgotten in the back Or the stale bread on the...
life is a short message received but never quite processed until you must grieve   the life you have lost  the beautiful moments you tossed...
I used to chase sunsets,  forever running at the horizon.    Convincing myself  that if I could catch the golden light,    the best part of...
as the dust falls from the picture frame  a frozen snapshot of a perfect memory the people inside are forever kept the same  never changing...
the mountains helped her breathe,  and become who she wanted to be.    they guided her on her way,  and watched over her night and day.   ...

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