Told you this story,
I told it over again,
About this seesaw,
That never saw light again.
Once the girl sat down,
It felt so warm,
The breeze was gone, suffocating,
But it could just focus on the oblivious human.
Felt like a fool,
Couldn't talk,
Now she was taken,
And it didn't get to ask,
"Could you come back?
Play a game with me,
You'll fall off,
But you'll at least be with me."
YOU ARE READING
A Universe Of Mystery✧
ŞiirThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
