Aug 2015
She was everything
I thought I needed,
Yet I was everything she didn’t need.
We,
Two lonely midnight voyagers,
Treading water
in a sea of not meant to be.
I thought I needed,
Yet I was everything she didn’t need.
We,
Two lonely midnight voyagers,
Treading water
in a sea of not meant to be.
This stanza was part of a different poem I am currently working on, but I felt it stood better on its own
