Mar 2014
She had the entire world at her feet,
but all she spoke of was her lonely life.
The sun's rays refused to melt the snow,
hiding roads that lead to anywhere but back home.
Take a look in the mirror.
Now, tell me what you see.
For once you realize your life is much clearer, but too bad.
It's much too late to find your way through yesterday.
m.k.j
but all she spoke of was her lonely life.
The sun's rays refused to melt the snow,
hiding roads that lead to anywhere but back home.
Take a look in the mirror.
Now, tell me what you see.
For once you realize your life is much clearer, but too bad.
It's much too late to find your way through yesterday.
m.k.j
This is my first of many poems. I know its not that great, but I still need to upload my other poems and I needed a short, first poem to get the ball rolling. Hopefully at least one of you will like it. <3
