it was short , brief one look , one touch , it was all over so quick out of all the drunken souls it was I , you had to pick how was i supposed to know ? you only wanted me for one night for you I was just another mistake while for me nothing felt more right a few days pass the replies start getting slow a glimpse of a moment , that is when you know that is when you hear it the sound of another...

My poetry submission is as follows, attached in photographs. Life is made up of small moments that collate together, bounded by breath, solidified in solace, enjoyed in eachother’s company. My first collection Untitled 22 is as follows. By C.L.S