"meor" poems
I am nothing to no one, no one that I see.
I am remembered enough for who I meant to be.
My life just could not hold me,
Nor claim meor name me
Your fleeting weak two faced so called love can not hurt, shame defame nor rename me
I am delated of heart, but not of spirit.
So peddle onto other shores
Where the Sun hits your back.
Dont Stay
Golden.
Dont Go Back.
Carry on.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC