"Why me?" You ask,
never the first, I think the last
I recklessly let my heart lose itself,
to the mere of unending stops
I wonder where my mind would guide my fortune
are they meeting, once and for all?
"It's our winding path" I answered.
- Moza
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
"Why me?" You ask,
never the first, I think the last
I recklessly let my heart lose itself,
to the mere of unending stops
I wonder where my mind would guide my fortune
are they meeting, once and for all?
"It's our winding path" I answered.
- Moza
Request permission to use this poem