Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
lonely nights,
verbal fights,
no more flying kites,
blind to imaginary knights,
losing sight of light,
this doesnt seem right,
life is no longer a delight,
reality woke me up today telling me, "get the **** up, you're not a kid anymore." which was oh so lovely.
m i a
Written by
m i a  20/F/m a r s
(20/F/m a r s)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems