"savengely" poems
I used to look for you in everyone
And in every crowd
Relentlessly, quietly...
Now I savengely, frantically run in the opposite direction of anyone with blue eyes or pretty words
Because I don't think I can handle
A ghost of you
Creeping your way back
Underneath my skin
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC