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Blaming myself that I am not happy makes no sense, everyone has already decided upstairs, in the air my fate hang. I look like leaves that swirl in the wind.
roaring river

deep inside

rush forth

flow fiercely

radiate strength

~

hooked in a riptide

direct me
to

a new adventure

another challenge

a second chance

~

buoyant

immobilized

i surrender
to you

to ultimately determine

the destination
Who could possibly love a girl like me?
Me.
I could love a girl like me.

There is nothing more
that I need
than the love
from a girl like me.
Who put this curse on me?
And for what offence?
Why the catastrophe?

Love is common sense

Safely tucked away in foolishness
Fighting to betray your confidence

And so late into the night
Try to make sense
Night after night after night

Left in the end

Neatly tucked away in restlessness
Failing to relate to your guest
 Jan 2019 The Black Beast
Humble
Sometimes, when it rains
I wonder,
"do clouds,
feel broken too?"
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