I live in a world of unfinished poems
Sometimes I lose them
And it hurts
But I suppose there is a beauty in it
In the fact that it was created
Then went missing into the universe
Sometimes I forget that old ways
Can be the best ways
There is beauty in lost things
Beauty in destruction
How things are created
Then just cease to exist
Like a one way magic trick
Now you see it,
Now you don't
And you shall
Never see it
Again
But the universe will move on
And there will be more days
And more things will be created