On Monday I missed you,
Because I swore I had lost my mind.
The sound of uncertainty bouncing on the driveway was deafening.
Two days before someone told me they hated poetry because everything had to have a deeper meaning.
Of course it has a deeper meaning,
I longed to scream,
it's life.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
On Monday I missed you,
Because I swore I had lost my mind.
The sound of uncertainty bouncing on the driveway was deafening.
Two days before someone told me they hated poetry because everything had to have a deeper meaning.
Of course it has a deeper meaning,
I longed to scream,
it's life.
