the unknown poem

Written by: josh kirkwood

Whether or not you fall on your own face
cannot erase what
you thought was the biggest waste
of all you've got
to now replace
and what you're without
is the love you made
with me

What you've chosen
to belong in
didn't bring back all your prose;
petals of flowers to line your doors
As anyone can see you've tripped the line
Surrender, lest you be decieved
by your design
Undo the anchor from yourself
and face the waves of your regressions