As night touches her
Face she cries in fear, then she
Is gone forever
As tears fill her eyes
She wishes she could leave
I wish I could too
Confused as can be
She thinks in her head, does he?
No, she thinks. not me
A lot of these poems are from my extensive amount of journals I have kept as a reminder that I am getting better. So a lot of them are old. But some are new. I'm sure most can tell by my writing skills but I'm gonna keep it secret as to how old they are. But these are old ones. I haven't written haiku's in forever.
YOU ARE READING
crystal clear insanity
De TodoPoems that i write in my spare time. a way to fight the insanity in my head read if you wish. thanks.
