I hate the beach in LA;dirty ass water where the sunset fades.The sunset’s falter throughout time.The last time it was perfect.You were still adored in my rhymes. I will never love you.You’re nothing, but a prop.I’m waiting to say it’s the end.I will never love you.You’re an accessory on my side.I cannot wait till you’ve … Continue reading Poetry: “Protagonist Prognosis”