Running around circles
Finding way home,
Finding the comfort
In places
And people.
Wanted to be saved
So bad.
Desperate enough to ask,
"Am I never
Worthy?"
Pleads and always pleasing,
Fitting in
Like a square peg
In a round hole.
A blue, wanting to be yellow.
YOU ARE READING
Yellow and Blues
PoezjaThe dance of words. In rhythm of every song there is. The sound of beating heart along with the nature and if the world is a safe place. This wide circle could have been a comfort, a home. But, no. Only in each melodies of words and graceful dance o...
