Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
your silence cuts like a razor blade
but i’m no stranger
I actually liked this poem of mine. No one else did, but I’m posting it again because I’m actually proud of this one ok.
i love this