Running away,
Somber day,
You know it ain't good,
But it feels like euphoria.
"I will stop." She says
Knowing that she is now hooked
That Cimmerian entity is now her sweet home.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoesieMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
