Promises, promises, none of them real. Beginnings without start, endings without heart. Nightmares dressed up as dreams, hope wrapped up in screams. Pass me by, pass me by, o love — just this time — please pass me by.
I write poetry, science fiction, and trading bots. Currently working on my debut poetry book 'Love Like Yesterday Didn't Happen'.
Promises, promises, none of them real. Beginnings without start, endings without heart. Nightmares dressed up as dreams, hope wrapped up in screams. Pass me by, pass me by, o love — just this time — please pass me by.